Doc, finding that his own actions weren't at all the point of interest of the conversation, neatly slipped the purse (and the rest of the coins that were in it) back into a pocket.
He glanced over his shoulder only marginally, looking not at the stall in question but at the stall two spots down for it, catching the seller in his periphery rather than pointing and staring as the other two were so blatently doing.
"He has some damned good prices, I'll give you that," he murmured, shrugging a little as if it weren't of much concern to him, "but I wouldn't say whether or not he stole them. Nothing looked nicked or torn to me, and you usually see a good bit of wear and tear in a batch that's been secreted out. Besides, you'd have to be daft to try and sell stolen goods right under the nose of the Knights," he chuckled, giving Thomas and Kannan a smile that clearly said Hey, not everyone's a smart cookie, but most of 'em aren't dumb either, it's probably just nothing at all. All of which was true, though Doc was quite sure that several of the sellers in the Bazaar were selling stolen goods, because he'd passed his bits of bauble on to them personally. He'd learned early in life, though, that the easiest way to disguise something was simply to tell the truth about it.
Besides, Murdoch would be damned if he'd just heard tell of a man who'd be willing to fence stolen goods, and then watch that man be dragged off to the Tank. There was a good deal of money to be made in silks, heavy as they were to carry around. Not to mention the added bonus of having one of the Knights' snitches identified.
"If you want, I can keep my ears open for the next few days, let you know if I come across anything untoward," he offered.