Frederic knelt as Clover went on and on and wrapped his son in a tight hug. He stood up, Clover still in his arms and now falling silent, and panted, having sprinted over here from his shop. "Thank you for looking after him, Constable," he said, and after a moment of regaining his breath, he spouted out questions, "What happened? What was the name of the girl who brought him here, I need to thank her- who were the ruffians that-" He paused and calmed himself, then reiterated, rocking a now-silent Clover in his arms to comfort them both, "What happened?"