Mischief nodded. ‘It’s true,’ he conceded. ‘You’re in the company of

Mischief nodded. ‘It’s true,’ he conceded. ‘You’re in the company of eight world-class thieves,’ he said, not without a little touch of pride. ‘Saints we are not.’ But then,’ said Deaux-Deaux, ‘who is?’ he thought on this. ‘Besides saints.