“None,” replied the landlord of the Cripples;for it was he. “He won’t stir till it’s all safe.Depend on it, they’re on the scent down there;and that if he moved, he’d blow upon the thing at once.He’s all right enough, Barney is,else I should have heard of him. I’ll pound it,that Barney’s managing properly.Let him alone for that.”
“Will _he_ be here tonight?” asked the Jew, laying the same emphasis on the pronoun as before.
“Monks, do you mean?” inquired the landlord, hesitating.
“Hush!” said the Jew. “Yes.”
“Certain,” replied the man,drawing a gold watch from his fob;“I expected him here before now.If you’ll wait ten minutes, he’ll be—”
“No, no,” said the Jew, hastily; as though,however desirous he might be to see the person in question,he was nevertheless relieved by his absence.“Tell him I came here to see him;and that he must come to me tonight. No, say tomorrow.As he is not here, tomorrow will be time enough.”
“Good!” said the man. “Nothing more?”
“Not a word now,” said the Jew, descending the stairs.
“I say,” said the other, looking over the rails,and speaking in a hoarse whisper;“what a time this would be for a sell!I’ve got Phil Barker here: so drunk,that a boy might take him!”
“Ah!But it’s not Phil Barker’s time,” said the Jew,looking up. “Phil has something more to do,before we can afford to part with him;so go back to the company, my dear,and tell them to lead merry lives—_while they last_. Ha!ha!ha!”
The landlord reciprocated the old man’s laugh;and returned to his guests.The Jew was no sooner alone,than his countenance resumed its former expression of anxiety and thought.After a brief reflection, he called a hack-cabriolet,and bade the man drive towards Bethnal Green.He dismissed him within some quarter of a mile of Mr.Sikes’s residence, and performed the short remainder of the distance on foot.
“Now,” muttered the Jew, as he knocked at the door,“if there is any deep play here,I shall have it out of you, my girl,cunning as you are.”
She was in her room, the woman said.Fagin crept softly upstairs,and entered it without any previous ceremony.The girl was alone; lying with her head upon the table,and her hair straggling over it.
“She has been drinking,” thought the Jew, cooly,“or perhaps she is only miserable.”
The old man turned to close the door,as he made this reflection; the noise thus occasioned,roused the girl. She eyed his crafty face narrowly,as she inquired to his recital of Toby Crackit’s story.When it was concluded,she sank into her former attitude,but spoke not a word.She pushed the candle impatiently away;and once or twice as she feverishly changed her position,shuffled her feet upon the ground; but this was all.
During the silence, the Jew looked restlessly about the room,as if to assure himself that there were no appearances of Sikes having covertly returned. Apparently satisfied with his inspection, he coughed twice or thrice, and made as many efforts to open a conversation; but the girl heeded him no more than if he had been made of stone. At length he made another attempt; and rubbing his hands together, said, in his most conciliatory tone,
“And where should you think Bill was now, my dear?”
The girl moaned out some half intelligible reply,that she could not tell; and seemed,from the smothered noise that escaped her, to be crying.
“And the boy, too,” said the Jew,straining his eyes to catch a glimpse of her face. “Poor leetle child!Left in a ditch, Nance; only think!”
“The child,” said the girl, suddenly looking up,“is better where he is, than among us;and if no harm comes to Bill from it,I hope he lies dead in the ditch and that his young bones may rot there. ”
“What!” cried the Jew, in amazement.
“Ay, I do,” returned the girl, meeting his gaze.“I shall be glad to have him away from my eyes,and to know that the worst is over.I can’t bear to have him about me.The sight of him turns me against myself, and all of you.”
“Pooh!” said the Jew, scornfully. “You’re drunk.”
“Am I?” cried the girl bitterly. “It’s no fault of yours, if I am not!You’d never have me anything else, if you had your will,except now;—the humour doesn’t suit you, doesn’t it?”
“No!” rejoined the Jew, furiously. “It does not.”
“Change it, then!” responded the girl, with a laugh.
“Change it!” exclaimed the Jew,exasperated beyond all bounds by his companion’s unexpected obstinacy,and the vexation of the night, “I _will_ change it!Listen to me, you drab. Listen to me,who with six words,can strangle Sikes as surely as if I had his bull’s throat between my fingers now. If he comes back, and leaves the boy behind him; if he gets off free, and dead or alive, fails to restore him to me; murder him yourself if you would have him escape Jack Ketch. And do it the moment he sets foot in this room, or mind me, it will be too late!”
“What is all this?” cried the girl involuntarily.
“What is it?” pursued Fagin, mad with rage.“When the boy’s worth hundreds of pounds to me,am I to lose what chance threw me in the way of getting safely,through the whims of a drunken gang that I could whistle away the lives of!And me bound, too, to a born devil that only wants the will,and has the power to, to—”
Panting for breath, the old man stammered for a word;and in that instant checked the torrent of his wrath,and changed his whole demeanour. A moment before,his clenched hands had grasped the air;his eyes had dilated;and his face grown livid with passion; but now,he shrunk into a chair, and, cowering together,trembled with the apprehension of having himself disclosed some hidden villainy. After a short silence, he ventured to look round at his companion. He appeared somewhat reassured, on beholding her in the same listless attitude from which he had first roused her.
“Nancy, dear!” croaked the Jew, in his usual voice. “Did you mind me, dear?”
“Don’t worry me now, Fagin!” replied the girl, raising her head languidly.“If Bill has not done it this time, he will another.He has done many a good job for you,and will do many more when he can;and when he can’t he won’t; so no more about that.”
“Regarding this boy, my dear?” said the Jew, rubbing the palms of his hands nervously together.
“The boy must take his chance with the rest,” interrupted Nancy, hastily; “and I say again,I hope he is dead, and out of harm’s way,and out of yours,—that is, if Bill comes to no harm.And if Toby got clear off,Bill’s pretty sure to be safe;for Bill’s worth two of Toby any time.”
“And about what I was saying, my dear?” observed the Jew, keeping his glistening eye steadily upon her.
“You must say it all over again,if it’s anything you want me to do,” rejoined Nancy;“and if it is, you had better wait till tomorrow.You put me up for a minute; but now I’m stupid again.”