Rogue

I do not believe that the knave of hearts stole some tarts any more than I believe that the queen of hearts baked any tarts in the first place.
I am happy to go along with the theory that the Rogue of tarts stole some hearts, though I'd not presume to suggest a name for such a Rogue for fear of libel suits.
This above is a two-faced Bedford Rogue and I rather like him. He keeps an eye on those approaching my front door and also that of our neighbours.