This just in: urchin Harry asked me to inform you all that Barker (who owns the cab that's always just outside the alcove) has lost his glass eye. He said he still had it this morning as he was getting the horse ready. The horse was not at all in a cooperative mood and moved his bloomin arse back into the poor cabbie, who found himself squashed against his own cab. Upon getting out of the way of the animal's backside he must have made a dash of too great a magnitute to keep his glass eye in its socket and subsequently heard it clatter and bounce down the street. Barker had bought the piece at a pawnshop a month ago and found that it was a size too small, making the thing wobble in all directions regardless of the wishes of its owner. If you've found the eye, please drop it off at the watch store or next door at Welder's wine shop. We will get it back to Barker as soon as possible.