"Alan Pinkerton?"
Arthur stared at the somewhat stubborn kid in front of him, as if he had thought of something, and half-jokingly said, "Nice name, but I thought someone with the surname Pinkerton would prefer catching criminals rather than becoming one."
To his surprise, upon hearing this, Pinkerton's eyes widened slightly, perhaps because the cold night wind had chilled him for too long, his lips were a bit pale: "Do you know my father?"
"Your father?" Arthur pondered the phrase and asked, "Is your father a policeman, or perhaps a Thief Catcher?"
Pinkerton nodded: "He is a policeman in Glasgow."
Upon hearing this, Arthur breathed a sigh of relief, "That makes things easier. I was wondering what to do with you afterwards, since you are an unsupported outsider. According to the regulations, even if I don't send you to the Magistrates' Court, I would have to transfer you to the Poorhouse.