As we discovered yesterday, Barker the local cabdriver had lost his glass eye whilst having a conversation with the rear end of his horse. Chances are the orb dropped down one of the sewer grates and is now being examined by a horde or rats. It can even be imagined that the rodents use the object to become more familiar with human anatomy. Harry, who first told me about the incident has apparently tried to sell the cabdriver a replacement using a badly damaged substitute, claiming that the eye had rolled under the wheels of a crossing carriage. Harry obtained the replacement eye from the same pawn shop as where the original was purchased, but for a much lesser price than the original, hoping to make a reasonable profit. What Harry had not counted on, was the cabbie's pragmatic approach to his countenance and one could hear Barker from far away yelling at Harry how he would not pay for an object that made no difference to the quality of his vision. The poor urchin was harangued to such a point that all the little kid could do was slap the backside of Barker's horse, which made it pelt down Fleet Street. For the next couple of days Harry will not be seen around our community as he told me immediately after the incident.