No, this young bowler-hatted ruffian would attempt to pick your pocket in an inept manner, then throw his hands up and say "It's a fair cop!" when caught. Carted off to an orphanage, he would of course flee following an incident sparked by complaints over the size of meal portions, but ultimately would end up living with a middle-class family, enjoying big dinners every night. And would never so much as consider torching your granddad's shed housing his collection of antique taxidermied badgers.
Thank you very much, baseball caps.