This morning, when I tried to persuade Mrs. Fineley that her buns were much better if her husband actually used yeast, Olivia came running in to the store. “Jemmy! Jemmy!!” she shouted. ”Little Roddy is missing”. Roddy was notorious for wondering into areas he shouldn’t and more than once did he get lost. However, most of the time he would either show up a little dirtier than usual or would be returned to his parents by a constable. Once he returned sitting on the horse of a postal coach who game him a ride when he was halfway out of the city limits. This time however he appeared to be missing for three days already. The Urchin Patrol had been reared into action and all over the area the search was on for little Roddy. I decided to give them a hand and convinced Mr. Hubbard that Roddy was a vital part of the organization and simply had to be found. We started around nine in the morning and combed the streets and alleyways for any sign of a confused looking urchin. Only stopping for a quick lunch we widened the search area to bordering neighbourhoods but no sign of him. Nobody had seen him or heard of him. Finally when it was getting rapidly dark Harry came running by with a shout of: “found him you have to see this”. Harry took us to the docks and guided us through stacks of boxes and containers to a large pier where a low boat was being loaded with barrels. At the front of the barge in between two barrels you could barely see a small boy fast asleep with a mug in his hand. Apparently Roddy had found his way into a wine and spirits shipment that had been loading merchandize for the last three days. Early morning two nights ago Roddy had managed to open one of the barrels and had barricaded himself in with some food. By the time we got him off he barely remembered getting on the barge.