London was greatly inhabited by pickpockets, according to Antonio's declaration.
Yet, he continued, it was nothing in comparison to Paris.

Paris was the rendezvous, the world's home, for the criminals, adventurers, and rascals if the world, English, Spanish, South-Americans, North-Americans,--and even Italians! One must beware of people one had met in Paris! "Of course," he concluded, with a most amiable smile, "there are many good people there also.

That is not to be forgotten.

If I should dare to make a risk on such a trifle, for instance, I would lay wager that you"-- he nodded toward Poor Jr.--"made the acquaintance of Ansolini in Paris ?" This was of the greatest ugliness in its underneath significance, though the manner was disarming.

Antonio's smile was so cheerful, his eye-glass so twinkling, that none of them could have been sure he truly meant anything harmful of me, though Poor Jr.