Catching a thief

“Sir! Finally, we caught him!” said the constable, bursting into the Inspector’s cabin. Catching a thief made him happy. It was a sure way to a promotion.
The constable pushed the scruffy, young man into an empty cell and slammed it shut.
“We found this on him,” said the constable, and emptied the contents of a cloth bag on the Inspector’s table. Out tumbled an assortment of wallets, gold chains, and odd trinkets.
“Impressive !” said the Inspector as he looked at the small heap on his desk. “He looks like he can hardly stand up.”
“Sir, do not go by his looks. There is hardly a bus stop or shopping mall that he has not targeted.” said the constable.
Both turned to look at the glittering heap on the table.
“Now let’s decide who keeps what,” said the Inspector.
“I want this…”
“I will keep this…”
The young man in the cell looked on in wonder and then began laughing.