 Why is it so easy to steal from Fownes?
The pockets of Mr. Humphrey Fownes were being picked outrageously. In the ensuing contretemps they emptied his rear pants pockets, got his wristwatch and restored the contents of the handkerchief pocket. It was this rather than skill that enabled the police to maintain such a tight surveillance on him, a surveillance that went to the extent of getting his fingerprints off the postman's bag, and which photographed, X-rayed and chemically analyzed the contents of his pockets before returning them. By the time Fownes reached his front door an entire dossier complete with photographs had been prepared and was being read by two men in an orange patrol car parked down the street. Fownes stopped on the porch to brush the plaster of paris off his shoes.
 He is distracted by his thoughts
 He is distracted by his thoughts  He is unable to defend himself  He is unaware of his possessions' value  He is physically feeble