Both were left when an old friend of the family, Mrs Baker, who lived with my parents and I in her old age died ( I was 3) Her husband was a Met Policeman in Victorian days. The story goes that the bobby was chasing after a scallywag when he was about to hit him with the truncheon, suddenly he missed and hit a wall instead. And a crack appeared. So, he got a new one and this one made its way to us. Other objects that I played with as a small boy , and lost, were masonic wallets and apron.