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Fagin returns
Chapter 1. Prologue: Fagin Does Not Try to Explain HisMiraculous Resurrection and Predicts His Inevitable
Death
The question you are
asking, my dears, is did
I escape the rope, and if
so, how did this miracle
come about?
Well as to the first, my
dears, ain't I here before
you, large as life and
twice as natural, as my
old friend and colleague the Artful Dodger
used to have it, he that was awaiting me atthe gates of Newgate with a suitable
disguise to spirit me off to the Indies for a
new life, that started in conditions worse
than slavery and ended up with me, a
prosperous merchant, back in the capitalcity, breathing in the noxious fumes of
successful industry, after years of labouring
in God's fresh air. And didn't it begin with
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me toiling under a tropic sun, sweating like
the sons of Shem, and, today, me with one
of those same blackfellers my constantcompanion, wafting cool air upon my old
face every time I feel the sweat of honest
toil dewing my brow.
How are the mighty fallen, it is written, but
by the grace of He who sees all, the fallen
may be lifted up also, and their last statebeing better than their first, like Job of old.
You see before you, I
hope, an older and a wiser
man, my dears, and richer,
too, come back to tie upall the loose ends left in
the old tale, which had me
waiting behind bars,
waiting for a meagre last
meal before travelling in a
tumbrel to the appointed
place of my execution.
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But still you ask, how did I escape the
noose? Indeed I ask it too, for that is the
purpose of my return to the place of my riseand fall, to seek out those who caused my
downfall, if such be still living, as well as
whoever opened up the prison gates, as it's
said Paul and Silas were divinely favoured
in your Christian scriptures, for both evil
and good shall receive their just reward, onthis earth as well as in the next. Though I
must confess that I be of the Saducee
persuasion, who hold that this life be all
there is, and the end be of eternal darkness.
You observe, no doubt my dears, that myyears in exile have lent a philosophical cast
to my thinking. But then in the bad old
times, when the world would have cast its
stones upon me, for the "crime" of
befriending little beggar lads and training
them up to regain a small smidgeon of whatshould have been rightly theirs, if this had
been truly a Christian countryfor while I
deny the blasphemous legend of his divine
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conception, as must all my race, I do affirm
that the world would indeed be a better place
if the world were governed by his precepts,starting with that hanging judge who placed
a black rag upon his head to pronounce
sentence of death upon an old Jew who had
sought only to do good to those who lay
alongside of me in the gutter.
But still you ask, with the importunity ofthose who have not acquired the patience of
we who are as full of years as I, how comes
it that I escaped that dread fate?
Well, suffice it to say that jailers are
notoriously ill-paid, and someoneI maynot say who, at this stage, my dears, for
indeed I know not his or her name, though I
suspect young Nolly may have had a hand in
itsomeone unknown as yet to me, my
dears, produced the largesse that opened
wide those prison gates, and prevailed upon
the Dodger to come out of hiding and spirit
me away to where a vessel lay at anchor,
ready to set sail for the Indies on the next
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tide, taking me to what I hoped would be a
better life in the New World, but which
turned out, at the outset at least, to be much,much worse than anything I had experienced
heretofore, saving only that dread moment
when sentence was pronounced upon me,
and I truly believed that all was lost.
For a while in the Indies I was bound in
chains made of money, welded together withgreed, and ministering in my bondage to the
sweet tooths of ladies at their ttes--ttes,
and their menfolk doing their deals in the
coffee houses of the city, labouring as I did
for years in the sugar plantations.How I rose from being less than a slave, to
becoming, first, an overseer, then as kinder
treatment of my black brothers in bondage
was seen to have increased the crops
sevenfold, eventually to take command of
all my master's affairs, ultimately to take his
place when he died, leaving no issue (his
childless bride having died in stillbirth),
myself being the only named beneficiary in
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his will, all that is a tale you must needs
possess yourself in patience to hear in God's
good time, my dears, for it is not my mainpurpose here with you today, which is to see
that justice be done, before I be taken into
the great Darkness which awaits us all.
For know you that there has grown a canker
in my belly which defeats all the brilliance
of medical science, and I know that my timebe not long. It is possible that there may be
some medical genius at one of your new
hospitals with the genius to excise the
malign growth and grant me even more
fullness of days, but such is not my mainpurpose.
Revenge, sweeter than the cane which my
calloused hands learned to hate with every
fibre of my being, is certainly a
consideration. But reward, for those whose
beneficence brought me out of jail, is the
major part of it.
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So Fagin is dead, my dears, dead long since.
The one you see before you, dressed in silks
rather than the ragged gabardine you lastsaw me in, is the prosperous Mr Cohen, a
Jewish trader from the Indies, master of the
sugar trade.
And this middle-aged gent you see along of
me you might think once went by the
sobriquet of the Artful Dodger, but you'd bewrong, my dears. It's true I sometimes calls
him Dodge, when we're closeted at home,
remembering old times. But that's an old
friend's privilege.
To the world he now goes by his givenmoniker, so he's plain Jack Dawkins from
daybreak to sunset. What the doxies call him
outside the waking hours is not for polite
company to enquire, still less to know.
And so, as honest Abe Cohen and hispartner, Jack, set forth from Tilbury Dock to
find themselves lodgings, it's time our tale to
begin.
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Chapter 1. In which Mr Cohen and Mr Dawkins findlodgings
"Hoh yus," said the Dodgeror Jack
Dawkins, as we must learn to call him now"this will do wery well, wery well indeed."
The room was reasonably well-appointed,
though the windows somewhat begrimed
with many years of tobacco smoke. He
crossed to rub a porthole through which hecould view the bustle of the docks.
"It have a wery pleasant prospect," he
continued, "wery pleasant indeed."
He cocked his head on one side, like the
cockney sparrow he had always resembled,and fixed his eye on the landlady, as he
moved into haggling mode. For her part, she
was not too sure of what to make of him.
He looked prosperous enough, and there was
no mistaking the opulence of his Jewish
companion's dress. But there was something
about this other, she could not quite put her
finger upon it, which gave her pause.
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You can take the boy out of the slums, it is
said, but you can't take the slums out of the
boy. And despite the miasma of a fine bayrum that surrounded his carefully coiffed
head, there was a sort of metaphysical stink
about him, that worried her somewhat.
If she had known him in his days as a dirty-
faced pickpocket she would no doubt have
been hard put to it to recognise this smartly-dressed trader. Yes, the face was still snub-
nosed, flat-browed, his stature short, his legs
bow-legged in their drainpipe trousers, the
small, sharp eyes hooded, though bright with
sudden flashes of mischief.But then, as a boy he had even then had
about him all the airs and manners of a man,
mature in some ways beyond his tender
years.
His headgear was no longer the batteredtopper of yore, but still he wore his
billycock stuck on the top of his head so
lightly, that you might think it likely to fall
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off every moment. He still had that
mannerism of every now and then giving his
head a sudden twitch, bringing it back to itsold place again.
Gone was the ragged topcoat, too big for his
size, reaching nearly down to his heels, the
cuffs turned back, half-way up his arm, to
get his hands out of the sleeves. But he still
maintained the habit of thrusting them deepinto the pockets of his trousers; for there he
still kept them. Under the conservative mien
of a man of affairs could still be discerned
the roystering and swaggering of a young
gentleman at war with the world, for ever insearch of the main chance, his rather ugly
eyes darting about, as if to look out for
Peelers, or a gentleman so careless as to
leave a silk handkerchief hanging out of his
pocket, or a lady whose purse was just
begging to be snatched.
He was, in short, the very model of a
modern man of business. Rather than
picking the pockets of the moderately well
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off, he had learned that there were better
pickings in the higher echelons of society.
He took an elegantly manicured hand out ofhis pocket, a purse in his fist, which he
proffered to her.
"A month in advance, I think you said,
ma'am," he said. "How about if we made it a
twelve-month?"
"Oh, come now Jack, my dear," objected the
old Jew, "let's not be too hasty, eh? We may
find more elegant accommodation up west."
But the purse had transferred from Dawkins'
fist into the landlady's pocket as if by a
conjuror's prestidigitation.
"That'll do very nicely, sirs," she said, her
heavily rouged cheeks creasing into a smile.
"It ain't Albany, I'll grant ye, Abie," said the
man, " but it will serve." He tapped his nose
with his forefinger. "And it be wery close tothe docks . . ." He left the sentence
unfinished, but Cohen could see the virtue of
easy access to oceanic transport, should a
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quick getaway become necessary, of a
sudden.
"You're right, of course, Jack my dear," hesaid, "as you nearly always are."
"We'll take it, ma'am," he said to the
woman, for all the world as if he were not
aware the transaction had already been
concluded, whether he approved of it or no.
"Well then, sirs," she said as she paused to
exit the apartment, "I shall send the boy up
with your boxes, shall I?"
"That will be very kind, ma'am," said the
Jew, "very kind indeed."
"'Wery kind indeed,'" mocked his
companion. "It's his job, Abie, ain't it? Or
d'you think I might busy meself hauling up
your stuff, doing me back in, up all them
stairs. And why do we need to be so high up,
eh, tell me that?""Those effluvia at ground level are bad for
my chest, you know that, Jack my dear. I'm
no longer a young man."
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"If you ever was one, eh, Abie," laughed the
younger man. "If you ever was one."
All this time, there had been anunacknowledged fourth person present, a
tall, handsome black man, dressed more
simply though no less elegantly than his
companions. He had stood to one side,
silently aware of all that had transpired,
uninvolved but yet not unconcerned with theoutcome of the proceedings.
He coughed quietly behind a white-gloved
hand.
"Pardon me sirs," he said, "but surely it
would be more appropriate for me to bringup your boxes." His voice was deep and
mellifluous, the substance of his speech like
the product of a mission school, which
indeed was where he had learned his
English, but also overlaid with the sing-songcadence of the Indies.
The landlady's eyes started almost out of her
head with alarm.
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"Thiser . . ." She cast around in her mind
for the appropriate designation for this
African apparition. "This, er, gentleman,"she tried again, "is he to be a part of your
establishment, sirs? Mrs Thweedle's
lodgings has always been very respectable,
with no goings on of any kind. I'm not at all
sure how my other lodgers would like to
share my roof with such a heathen.""Madam, I am no heathen," began that
worthy, but Dawkins interrupted him with
an impatient wave of his hand.
"Hush, Jimbo," he urged. "Leave this to
me.""Yes, ma'am," he continued, addressing the
lady directly, "this, er, gentleman is Mister
Cohen's manservant. His skin may be of a
different complexion to you or I, but he ain't
no heathen. He's right there. He be as good aChristian as most and better than many."
"But where shall he sleep? This apartment
has but two bedrooms!"
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in any way in question, then please address
yourself and your concerns to Mister
Dawkins here, or if all else fails, to myself.One of us will take care of the matter, in the
light of any such unlikely contingency."
There was a pause, while the landlady's
greed struggled with her sense ofamour propre,
the former ultimately gaining the victory
over the latter. She shrugged and raised herarms and dropped them to her side again,
and left the room.
"I shall fetch your boxes then, sir," said
Orinoco, and followed her through the door.
"'Mrs Thweedle's lodgings 'as always beenwery respeccable, with no goings on of any
kind'," mocked Dawkins in a high-pitched
falsetto. "'H'I'm not at all sure as 'ow my
other lodgers would like to share my roof
with such an 'eathen.'""You may laugh if you will, my dear," said
the Jew, "but I suspect it was no laughing
matter to Orinoco."
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feared being overheard, then continuing in a
whisper: "When I wasFagin, I had to watch
my P's and Q's, being at everyone's beck andcall, from Bill Sykes to Sir Robert Peel
himself. But now, thanks in a large part to
you, Jack my dear, I have been
transmogrified into a gent of means. I may
live as I please, for the gold in my pockets
gives me that right, isn't it?"And besides, what would you have had me
do, cast my lovely Orinoco adrift, to fend for
himself in the wild waters of the Caribbean?
The law may have freed his body from
slavery, Jack, but it has not freed men'ssouls from prejudice, as I know only too
well, having myself to overcome the
preconceptions clouding their perceptions of
my race."
"You always was too kind for yer own good,
Abie. But I loves yer fer it."
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"Well, then," said Dawkins after another
puff on his cigar, "what's on the old agenda
fer today, eh, Abie?""Why we must find little Nolly and see what
manner of a man he has grown into. And
perhaps involve him in a little matter of
trade I have in my mind, perhaps to our
mutual benefit."
"Oh that's more like it, Abie, man," said the
other, rubbing his hands together vigorously.
"I near lost the talent for trade, all those
weeks aboard ship with nought to do than
watch the flying fishes play. When do we
start?""Why, Jack my dear," exclaimed Cohen,
tapping the ashes of his pipe on to the floor
with none of his companion's fastidiousness,
"what better time than the present?
Procrastination is the thief of time, Jack mydear."
"So you always say, though I'm jiggered if I
know what it means."
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And, so saying, they both quit the room, as
Orinoco brought the first of their boxes into
it. As they left, he took a small brush fromhis pocket and swept his master's ash into
his palm.
Then he sat himself down, took a pipe from
his own pocket, and proceeded to enjoy it,
with his eyes closed.
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of the whereabouts of the house's former
residents."
There was indeed an urchin on the streetcorner, his nose running, his feet bare, on his
head a battered billycock like an elder
brother of the one on Dawkins' head.
"'Ere! You, kid! Come over 'ere."
The boy shambled over and wiped his noseon a sleeve already silvered by nasal mucus.
"Wha'?"
"This 'ouse, it's empty."
"Yus," was the answer to this self-evident
statement."Where've they gone?"
"Gawn."
"Where to?"
"'Ow much is it worth to you? Half a
sov'rin?"
Dawkins flipped him a sixpenny piece,
which the boy plucked out of the air with the
facility of a first-class cricketer.
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"A tanner? A measley tanner? You won't get
much for that in this city. Where you bin
lately, a charity kip?"Dawkins swung his arm to give the boy a
clip round the ear, but the target skipped
away out of range.
"They've gawn, that's all I know, scarpered.
The old man snuffed it, and when the
bailiffs come round to collect their owings
there wasn't nobody 'ome. They auctioned
off the furniture and stuff but they didn't git
much for it. Folks round here don't have
spare cash for much else than gin 'n' baccy."
"Let me speak to the boy, Jack my dear,"said Cohen, his voice settling into the same
wheedling tone he had used to his boys in
days of yore.
"Come here, young man. No one's going to
hurt you. My friend's sixpenny bit is onlythe first instalment of a much larger sum if
you can help us find our friends."
"Wha'?"
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"He means: there's lots more where that
come from, you play your cards right,"
explained Dawkins.The boy edged closer to the couple, taking
care to keep Cohen between himself and the
younger man, whose hand was still balled
into a fist.
"Wha' djoo wan' me t'do?" he demanded, his
voice trembling between terror and defiance.
Cohen draped his arm over the boy's
shoulders, Fagin-like, and whispered in his
ear.
"Even if you don't know where our friends
have gone, my dear," he said, "there must be
someone who knows more about their
whereabouts than you."
"Aw Abie," interjected Dawkins, "can't you
see ye're wastin' yer time? He knows
nought. Show 'im a sovrin and he'll tell youanyfink, and all of it lies."
"Maybe so, Jack, but maybe not. This here is
a boy and boys congregate in gangs, as you
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well remember. And boys talk. Perhaps one
of them carried some boxes for a few pence,
perhaps another heard them give instructionsto the coachman who carried them away.
Isn't it so, boy?"
"It might be. But it'd be worth more than a
tanner if I tell't ye."
"Of course it would, my dear. Of course it
would. You see, Jack, he does know
something."
"Yus, 'ow ter pull the wool over an' old
man's eyes, and 'im having fergit the ways of
the London streets, where it's dawg eat dawg
and divil take the 'indmost."
"Sometimes one has to trust one's instincts,
Jack my dear, and my instincts tell me this
scruffy lad is not unlike a similar one I took
into my employ and who grew into a mighty
trader. Not unlike you when we met, Jack."The Jew consulted his watch, a huge gold
timepiece taken from a weskit pocket.
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"'Tis time to dine. And no doubt this lad
could manage to join us in a meal at yonder
tavern. What d'you say, lad. Are youhungry?"
"I could murder some pig's trotters, sir."
"See, Jack, the lad has learned some
manners as soon as food is mentioned, even
though his chosen menu is offensive to me.
He'll be more helpful with a full belly."
The tavern was not crowded, but the roar of
customers shouting as if they were separated
by leagues rather than rough tables between
them made conversation difficult. A
mechanical piano stood, dusty and broken,in a corner. A couple of doxies performed an
ugly dance before it, bellowing out the
tuneless words of a raucous ditty in lieu of
music.
"This kip used to be so refined," saidDawkins as they sat round a table, and one
of the dancers left off her cavorting to take
their order. Dawkins had a mug of mild ale,
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So saying, he pressed another silver
sixpence in the boy's hand, wiping the grime
off on to the side of his breeches after he haddone so.
"And what shall we call you, young man?"
"Folks call me Nemo, on account I ain't got
no proper moniker."
"Nobody, Jack. How sad. Well, MisterNemo, we shall meet again one day hence,
isn't it, eh?"
Dawkins coughed as they left the smoky
tavern and made their way down the street
looking for some conveyance northwards to
St Marylebone. A yellow miasma lay like a
pall across the city.
"Cripes," said the younger man, "dunno
what's wuss, the stink in there or out here."
"Industry, Jack my dear, industry. As our
northern cousins put it: where there's muckthere's brass."
"Brass?"
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"Money, Jack, money. Though there's
precious little of it here, so it seems."
By now they had reached Park Lane, withnever a cabriolet to be seen. From across in
the park could be heard the sound of
hammering and a great construction, like a
huge greenhouse, could be seen, dwarfing
the trees.
"What'll that be they're building, d'ye think,
Fagin?"
"Hush, Jack," said the Jew, looking
anxiously to right and left, "never call me
that. Ye never know who might be eaves-
dropping."
"That'll be," he continued, regaining his
composure, "that'll be Prince Albert's great
exhibition hall, where all the industrial
wonders of the world shall be assembled.
They say it'll be a palace, made of glass,when 'tis done."
Just then a cabriolet drew near. Dawkins
hailing it, and both entering in, they made
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Chapter 3. An Inspector's need for candles
Chief Inspector Eustace Grabwell's eyrie, as
appropriately he described it, was in
actuality an attic high in the eaves of
Scotland Yard. A tall man, he was
constantly banging his head on the beams
which transversed the tiny room. He had a
kitchen table which served him as a desk,
and a single chair, which he vacated infavour of an unexpected visitor, an equally
tall, elegantly-dressed middle-aged man
with a strawberry mark down the side of his
face, shaped rather like the continent of
Africa, or perhaps South America.
On the table was a shoebox, filled to
overflowing with pasteboard cards, covered
with spidery handwriting.
"Yes, my lord," said the policeman, riffling
through them and picking out a card, "I have
some data on the individual concerned."
"Dahter?" queried his guest.
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sorry, my lord, I cannot pronounce this
name, it's in some heathen African tongue
A-K-A Orinoco.""Yes, yes," said the other, impatiently, "all
this, this I know."
"Quite so, my lord, your lordship having
graciously conveyed this data to me."
"So why is he not in custody and on his wayto the gallows?"
The policeman pursed his lips and closed his
eyes for a moment as if considering his
visitor's question.
"Of course, my lord," he said after a shortpause, "that would be the most obvious
course of action . . . " He paused again. ". . .
in the short term. The Jew is an escaped
felon and we could pick him up just like
that." He snapped his fingers. "And though
we have nothing specific against the manDawkins, no doubt he was an accomplice in
Fagin's escape, and we could probably indict
him for that . . . "
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He paused again. "Well then . . . "
"Well then what, man?" cried the other.
"Pick him up! Send him to the gallows, ashe so richly deserves."
"So he does, my lord, your lordship has the
truth of it exactly, precisely so."
"Well then, man . . . "
"But what exactly has brought him here, mylord?" asked the policeman. "That's what
concerns me. He could have stayed safe and
out of reach in Jamaica . . . "
"Trinidad, actually."
"As you say, my lord. But he has chosen toreturn to this place of danger. The man is not
a fool."
"I never said he was."
"So it's obvious that some further mischief is
afoot. So if we bide our time, not only canwe sweep up Fagin and Dawkins any time
we want, with a bit of patience we can also
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catch whichever villains they have come to
do business with."
"That business being . . . ?""At this moment, I cannot say, but" He
lifted up the box of cards. "be assured, the
answer is here."
"In your box of cards, man? How can that
be?" The other snorted with impatience. "Isthis some sort of conjuring trick?"
Grabwell laughed, shortly.
"No, my lord. No rabbits pulled out of hats.
Nothing up my sleeves. Merely adding up
two and two and two, and sometimesmaking fouror even six or seven."
The man stood up. "Chief inspector," he
exclaimed, "I fear you are wasting my time."
"Bear with me I pray, my lord. I promise
you it will be worth your while. Especially
if, as I believe, you have a more personal
reason for seeing Fagin swing."
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and-such workhouse, illegitimate son of
Miss Agnes Fleming, deceased, and Mister
Edwin Leeford, present status unknown.Convictions: one, for stealing of books.
Inheritor of the Brownlow fortune, by which
name he goes now. See also Fagin, and bank
crash."
"Is that it?"
The policeman looked quizzically at his
superior and tapped the edge of the card on
the table.
"Not quite, my lord. There's a new entry to
be added: See also Lord Monks."
The lord in questionfor he was the earl of
that nameleapt to his feet, overturning his
chair. He grabbed the cardbox and emptied
it on to the table. Several of the cards fell on
to the floor.
"You dare to collect data on me, youimpudent worm!" he exclaimed. "Give me
the card and I shall destroy it!"
Grabwell raised a conciliatory hand.
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"Hold on, hold on, my lord. You will do
yourself a mischief. I have not yet created a
card for you, though I fully intend to do so.""You shall not!"
"Let me put the case to you, my lord, that
Fagin has certain information about your
business in the Indies . . . "
Monks looked about to explode again, butGrabworhy held up a conciliatory hand. "I
speak only hypothetically, my lord, but let
us say, if you will bear with me, that Fagin
wishes to contact Twist A-K-A Brownlow
for some purpose that might injure your
Lordship. If I do not have you on mydatabase, then how shall that connection be
recorded?"
Monks made his chair straight and sat upon
it. His voice was not so apoplectic, though
his breath came still faster than normal."And have you found such a connection?"
he demanded.
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"Not quite, my lord. If only you had not put
the cards out of order in such a precipitate
manner. Oh yes, here is Fagin's card. Quote:"Subject was heard to state '. . . we must find
little Nolly and see what manner of a man he
has grown into. And perhaps involve him in
a little matter of trade I have in my mind,
perhaps to our mutual benefit.' End of
quote.""And is that what was actually said?"
"Yes, well one of my colleagues down that
part of the river has suborned Fagin's
landlady, a woman called Missus Thweedle,
who has the excellent habit of listening atkeyholes."
"We do not know that this trade business
concerns me."
"No, not yet, my lord."
"Not yet?""We cannot at this stage rule out any
eventuality."
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He gathered the cards together and began to
put them back into order. Then he wrote on
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redder still, squashed like a strawberry
between his broken-veined cheeks, his eyes
small and slit-like with great puffs of fatdistorting the eyelids. He thumped on his
desk and the door to his office opened. A
short little woman appeared, her face
troubled, her hands trembling at her sides.
"Will ye take a dish of tea with me before ye
leave, sirs? Or would ye perhaps prefersomething stronger? Get out the bottle,
Jemima."
The little woman went to a cupboard and
produced a bottle of colourless liquor and
three glasses, which she placed before him."Pour it out, woman, pour it out," he cried.
"We don't want to keep the gentlemen
waiting now, do we?" She obeyed promptly,
but her hands were shaking so, the neck of
the bottle beat a regular tattoo on the sidesof the glasses as she poured, some of the
liquid spilling on to the desk, which she
dried with a grubby sleeve.
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"It might be after the bank crash," said
Dawkins. "We fear he may have lost his
fortune then," added the Jew."Thebank crash, gentlemen? Which one,
pray? There have been a number. These
entries are all in chronological order. Unless
you can give me an exact date, I fear I
cannot help you."
"Perhaps if we went to speak to some of
your, er, residents," said Cohen, "perhaps in
their dinner break. We might chance upon
someone who might have a recollection."
"Out of the question, I'm afraid, sir. We give
them little enough leisure to digest theirfood. I'll not have that disrupted. And,
besides, some of them may be here
incognito, so to speak. They might not take
kindly to being questioned by two strangers,
especially if one . . . "he coughed behindhis hand" . . . is of what I might call a
more exotic race or persuasion than they are
used to, saving your presence, sir."
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"Monks? You must be joking! He'll do ye no
good."
"I think we must stir the anthill a bit, Jackmy dear, see what happens. Westminster,
driver, to the Houses of Parliament."
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Chapter 5. Mr Cohen stirs up an ant-hill
"You're deep, you are," said Dawkins as
their cabriolet rattled past the Duke of
Wellington's house at Hyde Park Corner,
"too deep for me sometimes, Abie. What are
you on about now?"
"Patience, Jack my dear. Let us consider
rather what we have learned so far today."
"Precious little that I can see, Abie," said the
other. "Nolly seems to've vanished wivout a
trace."
"Not so, Jack my dear. He might almost be
said to have left a trail to help us find him."
"What trail, Abie?"
"Consider what he has told us, my dear."
"Well, he's left 'is 'ome and gawn to
workuss."
"But he didn't stay there, did he?"
"Nah."
"And how did he leave?"
"In a carriage and pair."
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may serve something more fitting to my diet
than pig's trotters."
"So what was all that about, Abie?" askedDawkins after they had found an eating
house and placed their order. "Y'know that
feller won't keep 'is promise to yer. Monks'll
know an ol' Jew an' a Christian been arskin'
arter 'im."
"Of course he will, Jack my dear. An
excellent steak, is it not? I don't expect it's
kosher, but you can't have everything."
"What I'd like is to know why you want
Monks to know all about us."
"Stirring up the ant-hill, Jack, that's all. He'll
get rattled, and when Christians get rattled,
they blunder. Ain't it so, Jack?"
"I suppose so. What now?"
The Jew consulted his pocket watch.
"I think it's back to Tilbury, Jack, see if
Mistress Thweedle's beds aren't as lumpy as
they seem." He yawned.
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Chapter 6. A purpose starts working out
Orinoco was standing by the front door of
their lodgings.
"There is a person waiting to see you, sir,"
he said.
"A person?"
"A female person, sir. I think she may be the
landlady's daughter. I have left her in theliving room."
"Miss Thweedle?" said the Jew as he came
into the room.
"'Ow djoo know my name?"
"My dear young lady, you have yourmother's eyes, though you are, of course,
younger and prettier than she.
"What can I do for you?"
The girl was indeed pretty, but her eyes
darted to left and to right as if she fearedsomeone might be closeted nearby,
eavesdropping.
"Me ma listens at keyholes," she said.
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"Indeed?" The Jew waited for further
revelations.
"And I think she's a grass.""Grass?"
"Police informer," explained Dawkins, who
had just entered the room.
"I 'eard 'er talking to a bloke, I fink 'e were
some kind o' police agent, and shementioned your name. 'E said yer real name
were Fagin."
It was now Cohen's turn to glance anxiously
from side to side.
"Hush, my dear," he said, putting his fingeracross her lips. "Never mention that name. It
could be dangerous to you and your mother,
not to mention me and my associates.
Besides, Fagin's long dead, sentenced to
death at the assizes before you were born,
my dear. He would be an old man now if hehad survived the rope, a very old man
indeed, but he didn't and he isn't, so that's
that, my dear.
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"Well, that's a turn up for the book an' no
mistake," said Dawkins, "suppose we'll 'ave
ter be looking' fer new lodgin's nah.""Not at all Jack, not at all," replied the Jew,
settling himself comfortably in his armchair.
"Things is turning out capital Jack, capital.
Couldn't be better, as a matter of fact."
"'Ow so, Abie, wiv a grass ear'oling
everyfink we say?"
"Because, my dear Jack, we now have a
direct line straight into Scotland Yard. We
can lead them off the scent any time we
choose.
"'Sarah', Jack. What a lovely name that is,
my dear, real lovely, to be sure. It means
'she laughs', in our Hebrew. 'Tis to be hoped
God will bless her and give her cause for
laughter for the service she has rendered us
this day."Oh yes."
"Will I turn down the sheets for you now,
master?" asked Orinoco.
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"Indeed you may, my friend, indeed you
may," said the Jew. "I shall sleep sounder
this night, seeing as how my purpose isworking itself out. Oh yes."
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Chapter 7. Business is truly business
"Quite like old times, ain't it Jack?" said
Cohen, surveying the half-dozen grimy faces
observing his next action, they having just
mopped up six dishes of pigs' trotters
between them. (Indeed, dear reader, so
redolent of those old times was the scene,
that we almost forgot his new nomenclature,
and nearly called him Fagin rather thanCohen!)
"Orl right," said Dawkins, "if you lads 'as
done wiv feedin' yer faces, let's git dahn ter
bizniss nah."
"Patience, Jack my dear, patience," said theJew. "You'll give the poor lads indigestion.
"Ye see, my dears," he continued, "Jack
here's lost touch with an old friend of his
while he's been away in the Indies, and he's
a bit upset about it, ain't you, Jack?""Yus," said that worthy gruffly, for he had
little faith in the youngsters' ability to
furnish any intelligence of any value.
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"What be yer frien's nyme?" asked Nemo.
"All in good time, my dear Mister Nemo,"
said Cohen, "for we don't know the namesof you who have stretched your legs under
our table in this tavern. Shall you do the
introductions, my dear?"
"Well, this one's Nebbie, on account of his
big conk." That boy stood up and bowed,
sweeping a battered cap from his head as he
did so. "Sit dahn, you eejit," hissed Nemo.
"Next we 'ave Smart Boy, cos he always
likes ter get himsel' in the smartest togs 'e
can beg, borrow orersteal.
"Then there's Posh, cos he comes from
gennelman stock though 'e's come dahn in
the world lately, as ye can see.
"Next we 'ave Ruby, cos 'e's a bit of a rube."
"But that's an expression from my own
race!" exclaimed Cohen. "Was your motherin fact from Hebrew stock, lad?"
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"'E never knew his ma, but his cock's bin
snipped, ain't it Rube?" The boy nodded and
was about to open his breeches to confirmhe had suffered the rite of circumcision, but
Nemo pulled him down.
"An' that's about it, sir."
"But you haven't named them all," objected
the Jew, indicating a gloomy faced
individual with the stem of his pipe.
"Oh 'im," replied Nemo. "'E's not really one
of us. Don't say nuffink, just 'angs around."
"But 'e scoffed the trotters like the rest of
yer," objected Dawkins. "I warned yer, we
wasn't abaht ter feed the 'ole bleedin'
neighbourhood."
"Enough, Jack," said Cohen, "I like a lad
who can keep his own counsel. I'll wager
he'll have plenty to say for himself once the
silver and gold starts talking, eh, my dear?"We shall call you . . .er . . . he paused
for a moment's thought, then clapped his
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hands with gleeI know! You shall be the
Sphinx, my dear, strong and silent, eh?
The boy nodded silently and produced a wansmile.
Capital, Jack, ain't it? These lads'll runs the
Peelers ragged if need be.
"Well now, as you say, let's get down to
business. Did any of you lads see our friendsflying the coop? I expect it's too much to
hope you heard any mention of a
destination?"
Just then another boy joined them, more of a
young man in truth, dressed just as raggedly
as them, and the oldest of them all.
Well if it's bizness we're talkin', he said,
bizness gotta go through me, an' I'm not
'avin' you jew us out of our rights.
Rights? demanded Dawkins. Rights! I'll
give ye rights. And I'll thank ye to keep acivil tongue in yer head.
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And who might you be, my dear? Cohen
spoke in a conciliatory tone, ignoring the
youth's rudeness.'E's . . . , began Nemo, but the youth
interrupted him. Never you mind, he said.
No names, no pack drill, eh?
So ye're of a military turn of mind, my
dear, are ye? Well then, I'm sure we can
establish a chain of command that will
satisfy ye, won't we Jack?
If ye say so, Abie, said Dawkins, who
would rather have run the young man out of
the tavern into the street, if truth be told.
You knows best.
So young man, we shall call you the
Commander. How would that be?
Suit yerself, said the young man, but it
was clear from the way he held himself
upright as he sat himself down, that thechosen nomenclature pleased him not a
little. So what's on yer mind, then? heasked, with still a trace of his former
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aggression in his voice. And while we're
swapping names, like, who would you be?
Well, Commander sir, my dear, that iseasily sorted. My name is Cohen, and my
friend here is Mister Dawkins. As we were
just explaining to your followers, here, we
are fresh arrived from the Indies and went
looking for an old friend of my friend, only
to find his former home deserted and fallensadly into decay. Mister Nemo here offered
the opinion that they had removed,
following an unfortunate decline in their
circumstances.
Done a moonlight flit, like, opined Nemo.Yer shouldn't go spilling stuff like that to
anybody what asks, said the Commander,
wivout knowing who they is, or anyfink
about 'em.
But they seemed . . . , began Nemo.Niver mind 'ow they seemed! exclaimed
the young man. Yer didn't ought to a done
it, not wivout checking wiv me first.
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Quite right, Commander sir, my dear, said
Cohen. We might have been police agents,
such as snoop around all the while collectinginformation to entrap the unwary. But here
we are now and no harm done, eh? Sitting
around chatting and sharing modest vittles.
Which I ain't seen any of, pointed out the
young man. Yes, said Cohen. Perhaps
you could summon the serving wench toremedy that omission, eh Jack?
Dawkins grunted, though whether
affirmatively or to indicate his disapproval,
a neutral observer might have found it
difficult to discern.Now, said Cohen, after the young man
had wiped a greasy mouth on his sleeve in
time-honoured fashion, the question is: can
you and your . . . er . . . colleagues help us
find the former occupants of that desertedhouse? I assure you any information of
value will be more than generously
rewarded.
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Well, somefink on account would be wery
welcome, said the Commander.
Yer jokin' ain'tcha? interjected Dawkins.Payment by results, my dear Commander,
payment by results, observed Cohen,
pouring oil on potentially stormy waters.
Let us consider what we already know.
Well . . . , began Nemo, glancing to theCommander for permission to speak.
Go on, my dear, go on.
Well, we know as how they've done a flit,
continued Nemo. I dunno if you've bin to
workuss? That towards the Jew and hiscompanion. Dawkins was about to speak,
but Cohen placed a restraining hand on his
arm. Let the boy continue, he said. Go
on, my dear, go on.
I saw 'em, I saw 'em! This from Ruby, in
an excited voice.
Did you indeed, my dear? Did anyone elseobserve their going? Shaken heads all
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round, apart from the silent one, whom
Cohen had named the Sphinx. Did you see
anything? Cohen asked him. He looked asif he was about to speak, glanced at the
Commander, and then shook his head.
Well then, Ruby my dear, continued the
Jew, tell us what exactly you did see.
It were a carriage an' pair. Near midnight it
must've bin, 'cos I 'eard it chime from
Marrybone soon arter. The young man . . .
Oliver? prompted Dawkins.
Hush, Jack, let him tell his tale his own
way, in his own time.
Yus, that was 'is moniker, 'cos I 'eard a
young gel call 'im that one time, but she
weren't there when he done the flit."
"No servants, my dear?"
"No."
"That ain't true. There were someone else
wiv 'im. I know 'cos I carried the boxes for
'em an' I saw 'im."
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Cohen turned to the Sphinx and laid a
reassuring hand on his arm.
"Was you indeed, my dear? And who thatmight have been?"
"Dunno, rightly, 'cos they never come out of
the carriage, but I think they was gentry. 'E
said somefink to the Oliver bloke, wery
quiet like so I couldn't 'ear the exact words,
but it was a man, I'd swear me life to it I
would."
"Was there any kind of escutcheon on the
doors of the carriage, my dear?"
"Scutch'n?"
"A coat of arms, a shield of any sort."
"A badge, like," explained Dawkins.
"Oh. It were dark, so I couldn't 'ardly see,"
said Ruby, anxious not to surrender the
Jew's attention.
"I could! I could!" interrupted the Sphinx
once again. "It were some kind of an 'og."
"Og?" queried Cohen.
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"A pig, like," the boy replied. "A pig with
big tusks."
"Wild boar," explained Dawkins."Precisely, my dear Jack, a wild boar,
emblem of the Duke of Gloucester, if I'm
not very much mistaken."
"Dooka Gloster?"
"Yes, an aristocrat of rather more nobilitythan the recently elevated Lord Monks, Jack
my dear. Our Nolly continues to have
friends in high places, don't he?"
"Could it be the same caboodle whot picked
'im up from . . . ?""Yes, yes, Jack. Let's not speak of it yet. All
this bears thinkin' on, my dear."
The Jew stood up.
"Well, my dears, this is all very interesting,
but not a great deal of help.""Payment by results, you said."
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"So I did, my dear Commander, and you
shall be paid. Here is a half-sovereign for
you."
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Chapter 8. An heraldic puzzler
Sir Charles Young was not used to climbing
so many stairs. He was, after all, in his fifty-
sixth year, though nearly a score more years
would pass before death should remove him
from office. Also, as he muttered to himself
when he paused for breath outside
Grabwell's door, he could not understand
why he, the Garter King of Arms, had tocome to Scotland Yard and not the
policeman to his own domain.
When he pushed open the door and saw the
size of the office to which he had been
summoned, with not even a chair for avisitor such as he, he was tempted to return
to the gentleman's club from which the
constable had so peremptorily extracted him.
"Welcome, Sir Charles, welcome," said
Grabwell, vacating his seat and carrying it to
the front of his card-strewn desk. "Do be
seated, I pray." He perched on the desk and
observed his visitor with a quizzical eye.
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"Sir Charles," he began after a short pause,
"what exactly is it you do?"
"Is this what you have dragged me up allthose confounded stairs for?" expostulated
his visitor, his face scarlet with the apoplexy
which plagued him when confronted with
stress or idiocy. "Are you not aware of who
I am?"
"Certainly, sir," replied Grabwell, "you are
Her Majesty's Garter King of Arms and I am
hoping you can render me some small
assistance in a matter relating to heraldry."
"There are reference books which could no
doubt tell you what you seek to know," saidSir Charles. "I take it you do not possess a
British Museum reader's card."
"That I do not, Sir Charles."
"Well, since I am here, tell me of your
query.""I am seeking, Sir Charles, to know of any
families that have a wild boar on their
escutcheon."
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His visitor relaxed into a more pedagogical
mode. "The wild boar, orSanglieras we call it,
appears on a number of coats of arms. I takeit you are not interested in civic heraldry."
"I think not, Sir Charles, though I cannot
rule it out. For the moment, however, I am
searching for individuals who might have a
wild boar emblazoned on the sides of their
carriage."
"Well, as I am sure even you must know, the
boar was the emblem of King Richard the
Third, and apart from the lion, was the only
animal borne in the roll of Henry III, though
I cannot imagine that such royals couldfigure in any of your investigations. But for
instance, just cudgeling my memory, the
Trewarthen family arms are 'Argent, a boar
passant gules armed or', that is a boar on a
silver ground, walking to the left, with gold
tusks and hooves. The Pollock badge is 'A
boar passant pierced by an arrow', referring
to the legend that a Pollock chieftain saved
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to attack him. A similar legend is associated
with the Bairds, with the Gordons, which
has three boars' heads on its arms, and of thefamily of Lewis, the chieftain of which is
said to have saved the life of the Prince of
Wales, though in that case their arms bear a
dragon, not a boar, which I can explain . . ."
"I do not think that will be necessary, Sir
Charles," said the detective, holding up hishand.
Not at all dissuaded, the herald continued:
"The boar appears on many Celtic coats of
arms as an emblem of war, for instance the
Clan Lockhart. It is also a symbol ofhospitality as in theBoar's Head Carol, which no
doubt you sang when up at university."
Grabwell had never been to any higher seat
of learning, but he indicated assent
nevertheless."The boar also appears on some colonial
coats of arms, for instance in Canada."
Grabwell leaned forward.
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"Or the Indies, Sir Charles?" he asked.
"I cannot think of any."
"So we have Trewarthen and Pollock andBaird and Gordon and Lewis," recapitulated
the policeman.
Sir Charles wrinkled his brow in thought for
a moment.
"Well," he said. "There is also Gricethat'sthe name of a young boar, you knowand
Bushe, and Cochrane, and Cradock, and
Danskine, and Kellet, and Perrot, and
several that have the prefix 'swine', for
instance Swynbourne and Swyney, and
Swyneford, as well as Wynsingtone. I
cannot think of any more offhand, but if you
will but pay a visit to my office, I'm sure one
of my clerks can dig out some more for
you."
Grabwell hopped off his perch on the deskand extended his hand.
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"Thank you, Sir Charles. I may certainly do
that. And you have been most helpful.
Thankee once again."The herald ignored the proffered hand and
left, clumping down the stairs.
Grabwell picked up a blank card on it and
wrote:
"Young, Sir Charles George: Garter King ofArms, son of illegitimate daughter of the late
Charles Howard, eleventh duke of Norfolk
and earl marshal. Knighted August the 27th,
1842. Played an active part in the funerals of
George III, George IV, and William IV, and
the coronations of George IV, William IV,and Queen Victoria. Residence: 9 Princes
Terrace, Hyde Park Gate, London."
"H'mm," he said to himself. "Too much
data. Rather worse than too little."
And he filed the card away in his shoebox.
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Chapter 9. A pieman, and a huntsman
Mr Timothy Grice was proud of his pies,
and with good reason. For he abjured the
adulteration with inedible parts of the pig
that destroyed the digestion of so many
Victorians, using only the best pork
from Gloucester Old Spot pigs, cooked
using a special recipe that had come over
from Germany with Albert the PrinceConsort, when Timothy's family name was
then Greisz.
"It's the liquor from pig's
trotters, ye see, Nolly," he said
to Oliver, (for it was he, whomhe was entertaining at his home
in Melton Mowbray). "We pour
it through the 'oles in the top of
the pie, which turns into this
lovely jelly as it cools."
He smacked his lips, as another
mouthful went down his gullet
to add to his size, his adam's
apple bobbing up and down in
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sympathy with his swallowing.
It seemed his diet of pork and pastry played
a significant role in contributing to the manwho was so busily adding to his mass. His
body and especially his visage were self-
evidently pig-shaped, his face pink and
round, with short, greying bristles upon his
chin. His belly also was round, testimony to
the repasts he served himself fromhis groaning table.
His business had made him extremely rich.
He cut into the pie before him, savouring the
aroma of the uncured flesh before he
speared a sizeable portion of the grey meatand the chunky pie crust upon his fork,
popping it between his perfect, ivory-
coloured teeth, chewing it with appreciative
grunts.
"It's a pity . . .m'mm, m'mm. . . ain't it, Nolly?" hesaid to his companion, in between grunts,
"you ain't never learned yerself to ride . .
.m'mm, m'mm. . . ain't it, Nolly?"
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"Not much of a call for it in the city, Porky,"
replied Oliver. "But why, particularly?"
Grice threw down his fork with a metallicclatter that scattered pie-crust crumbs on to
the pine table of his kitchen. He moistened
his fingers and harvested the crumbs into his
mouth.
"Why?" he cried. "Why? It's only Friday,
ain't it, Nolly, Saturday being the regglar
outin' o' the Quorn hunt tomorrer. What
better experience can there be fer a young
gennelman ter gather outside Quorn 'All
termorrer morn, a stirrup-cup down yer
golloper an' one o' my Melton Mowbray piesin the pocket o' yer pink coat fer ye ter
nibble on as yer foller arter the 'ounds as
they foller in full cry arter old daddy fox?
An' the sun comin' up as yer munch, what's
more. What could be better?
"Come on, Nolly me old matey. I can find
ye a nice docile old mare to saddle up for ye,
for the experience of a lifetime. An' ye shall
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meet Sir Richard Sutton, Bart, oo's Master
of the 'Unt an' owner of the
'All. 'E'll no doubt be pleased ter getWatkins, 'is butler, ter conduct ye around the
'All, ter show ye all the improvements 'e's
made ter it. Oh, Nolly, do say ye'll come."
"Very well," said Oliver, "I shall come. But
not to ride. No doubt Sir Richard has a
library in his Hall where I can bury my head
in a good book while you follow the hounds
to the destruction of their prey."
"Well," said Grice, "as fer that, I ain't at all
sure as 'e's much of a reader.
"But if ye'll come termorrer, mebbe ye'll
change yer mind about not ridin' to 'ounds
when the spirit of the 'Unt gits inter ye."
"Perhaps, Porky, perhaps," the younger man
replied, reaching across to take possession
of the last of his companion's pie.
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Chapter 10. Of a Chinese sage and a mysterious hog
"An 'og, Dodge my dear," said Cohen,
ruminantly, as he sipped at his morning dish
of tea. "An 'og. That's the clue we've bin
seeking."
"A clue to what, Abe?" asked his companion
at the breakfast table. "I don't see as we're
getting any closer to where young Nolly's
bin took."
"Closer, my dear, but not close enough. That
I'll grant ye," agreed the Jew.
"But as a Chinese sage wrote once, a
thousand mile march must start with a single
step.""Well you an' I ain't Chinamen, Abe, an' it
don't seem ter me as we're gettin' any
forrarder."
"When we can't see the way forward, my
dear, then we must thank Jehovah that hehas given us time to reflect."
"Is that another Chink saying?"
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Cohen laughed as the man-servant, Orinoco,
poured him another tea.
"No, Dodge my dear," he said, "No. That isone of mine."
"Well then, what does your reflectin' tell
ye?"
"Very little at this stage," said Cohen. "It is
as the Christians' Saint Paul puts it sopicturesquely, we see as in a glass, darkly.
But we have cleaned a small corner of it,
perceiving something very strange.
"An 'og, my dear. An 'og."
"An' what's that to do with anything, Abe?""Perhaps nothing, my dear, perhaps
everything. We shall not know for certain
until we can see more of the big picture."
Orinoco coughed behind a white-gloved
hand.
"D'ye 'ave somefink ter say, Jimbo?" asked
Dawkins.
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"Forgive me, sir, for this intervention," said
the black, "but might there not be a book to
help you out of this dilemma?""A book, Jimbo?"
"On heraldry, sir."
Cohen turned in his chair to look at the man-
servant standing deferentially behind him.
"And where do you suggest we might findsuch a book?"
"Ol' Brownlow was a great one fer browsin'
in bookshops, Abe," said Dawkins, "didn't
'e?"
"He certainly was, Jack my dear. I recall thatis where your paths first crossed. We shall
go there directly, immediately after we
have finished breaking our fast."
Orinoco coughed behind his hand again.
"What is it, Jimbo?" demanded Dawkins.
"Spit it out, man. If ye've anything ter say
just say it. No need ter stand on ceemony
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'ere, when we're just three old mates havin' a
dish o' tea together."
"Well, sir, it strikes me that we could spenda very long time browsing in vain in
bookshops for the information we seek. And
still we might find nothing."
"Ye're right Jimbo," said Dawkins in a voice
cast down with despair.
"So that'd be a waste of time."
"No, no, my dear," said the Jew. "Let us not
dismiss Orinoco's useful suggestion out of
hand. As one door closes another opens, isn't
it?"
"Precisely, sir. If you'll forgive me again, sir
. . ."
"Oh come on Jimbo, don't keep us all in
suspenders."
"Well, it did strike me that there is one place
in London that is a depository for every
book that's published in these islands. By
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law, every one of them must be deposited
there."
Cohen jumped up from the table, knockingdown his chair, and waltzed the man-servant
round the room. But Dawkins was still
mystified.
"An' where would this depository be,
Jimbo?" he asked. "Does ye know that?"
"Of course he does," cried the Jew,
collapsing into the chair which Orinoco had
only just managed in time to set upright
behind his broad posterior. "Doesn't ye, my
dear Orinoco? Ye know what ye're on
about."
"Well, I'm blessed if I do," said Jack.
"The Museum, Jack my dear, the British
Museum." He wiped his mouth with a
napkin that still bore traces of the previous
evening's supper."We must catch an omnibus to
Bloomsbury."
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He bustled about as Orinoco fetched his
gabardine.
"I believe you will find there is a bus thatwill take you down Oxford Street," said the
man-servant. "From there it is but a short
walk to the Museum. But you will need to
obtain for yourself a reader's ticket."
"I've no worries on that score," said the Jew.
"Dodge here will fix it, as he fixes all things,
don't ye , Jack my dear?"
"With brute force and sheer bleedin'
ignorance," said that worthy, "beggin' yer
pardon for me language."
"No offence, Jack my dear, ye always was a
bit of a rough diamond. But stir yer stumps
my dear. Time's a-wasting."
And he clattered down the stairs like a
stampeding elephant, out the door, and on to
a West End omnibus which Jack had hailedas it came propitiously by.
"Let us ride outside," said Cohen as they
climbed the stairs to the upper platform.
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"We shall enjoy one of your cigars as we
observe the passing show.
He settled himself down upon one of theslatted wooden banquettes and produced the
weed in question and proceeded to light it
up, enjoying the morning sun as it bathed
the open platform in its beams.
And so they wended their way through the
city, blissfully unaware that their
transportation bore the solution to their
quest: an advertising slogan, the words
GRICE'S PIES. And the picture of an
heraldic boar.
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Chapter 11. A-hunting he shall not go
The sun was shining when Oliver joined Timothy Grice for breakfast, though
he had hoped for a downpour to prevent the morning's equestrian outing. But,
bright as the sunshine might be, it was far outshone by the brilliance of his
host's hunting costume.Grice had procured for Oliver an outfit that was hardly the derniere cri in
fashion, and not merely because it was one of his old cast-offs, albeit at a time
before he had achieved his present pork-fed girth.Nevertheless, on Oliver's more youthful frame it hung like a sack of potatoes."Eat up, young Nolly," commanded Grice as he placed before his guest on
which a huge slice of thick sirloin was crowned by two golden fried eggs. "Get
some decent vittles down yer an' mayhap ye'll soon grow into it.
"But what d'ye think o' me own clobber, then?"He extended for Oliver's inspection apatent leather boot so shiny he thought
he could see himself reflected in it.
The tops were of the most delicate
cream-colour, the whole devoid of
mud or speck of dirt."It's very shiny," he said."Shiny? O' course it's shiny. My man
knows 'e'll get 'em ter do again if theboots weren't as shiny as that mirror
over the mantleshelf."But never mind the shine, lad. Take a
gander at the workmanship. Them's
Andersons.""Andersons?"
"'Ave ye bin livin' in the smoke an' ye don't know best bootmakers in the world
is Andersons? Not to mention 'is breeches. Better than Savile Row, they is.""Oh yes," said Oliver, though in truth the name meant nothing to him."Andersons of South Audley Street, boy, not too far from where ye used ter
live, afore the bank crash.""Oh yes," said Oliver, though in truth none the wiser."And what d'ye think o' me titfer?"
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They left the breakfast table and into the courtyard, where Grice's carriage and
pair was ready and waiting, plus two horses that could not be more unalike, the
one a grand coal-black stallion, snorting and stamping in the morning air, as if
impatient to be about the morning's business, the other a sad looking mare, just
over seventeen hands high, or some six feet from the ground to its withers,
which Oliver deduced to be his mount, if in fact he decided to follow thehounds upon her.The only similarity between the two nags was that they were both without any
hair at the pasterns to protect them from the flints, it being the custom
thereabouts to shave the legs of horses.Oliver's was a sort of mouse colour, with dun mane and tail, her head small, her
girth a mere trifle, and her shaven legs, very long and spidery, her whole body
shaking and shivering as if with the ague. Little as he knew about the matter of
horses, Oliver could already read her fate in the knacker's yard in her very
stance."I think I could ride her," he said, more in pity than decision. "She looks quiet
enough.""As a lamb, Nolly," said Grice, "as a lamb.""I trust she will not gambol like one," replied Oliver as they mounted the
carriage, Grice's groom following after on the stallion, leading the mare.Quorn Hall was abuzz with preparations for the hunt when they alighted
outside the main entrance, horses moving restlessly from foot to foot, their
riders bending down to take a stirrup cup from a tray borne by a liveriedfunctionary, the hounds barking and straining at the leash, the hubbubb of
conversation mainly about commerce."Take your bill at three months," said one, "or give you three and a half
discount for cash.""Cottons is fell," said another."Now for a leg up," said Grice to Oliver. "My man'll hold 'er steady while ye
mount 'er."
But Oliver was staring at a man upon a brave stallion, a strawberry mark downthe side of his face like the bruise from a recent slap. He was by the side of an
aristocratic looking gentleman, equally well mounted, and both rode through
the mele towards the two friends."Oh, Nolly," said Grice. "'Ere come Sir Richard Sutton to speak ter me. I'll
introduce ye to 'im."The two riders stopped by the couple.
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"Sir Richard," said Grice, "please allow me ter introdooce me friend up from
London, Mister Oliver . . .""Twist!" expostulated the baronet's companion."Do you two know each other?" asked the Master of the Hunt."Sir," said Oliver, "my birth name was Oliver Twist, but I have taken the name
of my late guardian, Mr Brownlow. And yes, I know this gentleman. He is my
half-brother, Edward Leeford. As wicked a rogue as ever was wished by the
devil upon this earth, for all that he's bought himself a peerage and a cabinet
seat.""And you will end up in a pauper's grave," yelled the earl, as Oliver turned on
his heel and entered the Hall. "Or better still, a hangman's noose, alongside
your old gangmaster, Fagin!"
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Chapter 12. Cohen learns a revolutionary way of thinking
"Afraid not sir," said the uniformed clerk
behind the big mahogany desk. "You has to
apply in writing, and it can take two to
three weeks.""But I am a visitor from abroad, from the
Indies as a matter of fact," said Cohen. "In
two weeks I shall be on a clipper sailing
homeward."
The clerk shook his head. "Nothing I can doabout it, I'm afraid, sir. Rules is"
"Meant to be broken," interjected
Dawkins. "Excuse us, Abe old chap, while I
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have a discussion of a pecuniary nature with
this gentleman."
He leaned across and whispered somethingin the official's ear.
Whereupon the clerk came round from
behind the desk and he and the Dodger went
a short distance off and conversed for a
minute or two in whispers.
"Well, Mister Cohen," the clerk said on his
return, "seeing as how it's a weekday and all
the desks isn't occupied, and bearing in
mind your Imperial service, of which I
wasn't aware until this here gentleman
pointed it out to me, I think we may be ableto accommodate you after all."
He scribbled on two pieces of pasteboard
and handed them over.
"These here is temporary cards as we issue
to gents as forgot or mislaid the genuwineharticle, some of our readers being
hextremely habsent-minded, don't you
know.
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"Perhaps if you hintends to return on the
morrow, you could kindly bring the requisite
written application, which I shall file withthose received three weeks back, to keep the
paper all shipshape and Bristol fashion, as it
were."
They moved inside the reading room, a huge
domed construction of concrete and steel
opened only lately. The rows of deskslooked brand new, in contrast with the piles
of dog-eared books on most of them.
"Struth," declared Dawkins. "It's like an 'uge
cathedral, ain't it?"
"A cathedral to learning, Jack my dear," theJew replied. "As we
shall see, when our
books arrive."
"Ssshhh!"
The complaint camefrom the occupant of
the neighbouring
desk, who put a
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finger to his lips and pointed to the sign
attached to a nearby pillar. "SILENCE," it
read.The complainant was a big burly man with
a big, bushy beard, black streaked with
silver. On his cheek was a huge, painful-
looking carbuncle.
He was about to return to his studies, having
issued his rebuke to his neighbours when his
whole frame was wracked by a fit of
coughing so severe that its volume caused
far more disturbance than the brief exchange
which he had inspired.
As the fit progressed, his features becamescarlet under his beard, and bubbles of saliva
bejewelled his lips. His wheezing so
alarmed Cohen that he sprang to his side.
"My dear sir," said the Jew, "may I get you a
glass of water?"Tears sprang from the man's eyes as his
paroxysms continued. He shook his head
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and waved his hand to reinforce the
negative.
"Entschuldigen," he gasped eventually, "excuseme, please. I have an infection of the chest.
My doctor says I must rest, but I cannot."
He wiped his eyes with a red spotted
kerchief and loudly blew his nose into it,
gazing at the nasal product before stuffing it
into his pocket.
"Kein blut," he murmured to himself, "Gott sei dank."
"It is good that you thank God," said Cohen.
"Religion is a great comfort in times of
sickness."
The bearded man made a noise with his
mouth: "Pshaw! I agree with Mr Kingsley, it
is an opiate, a spiritual laudanum to quiet the
masses."
"Mr Kingsley?"
"The priest, Charles Kingsley. Have you not
read his story,The Water Babies? An excellent
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fable, despite being rather fantastical.
For myself, I prefer the works of Dickens."
And then he was overcome by another fit ofcoughing, after which he laid his head on the
desk and breathed fitfully, as if his end
was nigh.
"My dear sir," said Cohen. "Perhaps some
fresh air might do you good. These books
are full of dust."
The man opened his eyes but did not raise
his head.
"A draught of good German beer would do
me more good than that verdammt limonadewhich
myverdammtphysician says is all I may drink."
"Then let us exit this place for I believe it is
time for luncheon and there must be a tavern
close by. Did we not pass such an
establishment on our way from the omnibus,
Jack?"Dawkins nodded his head, and the two of
them helped the man to his feet, ignoring his
protests.
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"But my studies . . ."
"Your books can wait. They will still be here
when we have all had some sustenance.Comelet us go."
At the nearby inn, the bearded man took a
long draught from the tankard which had
been set before him, wiped his mouth and
sighed.
He pushed his chair back and was about to
stand.
"I thank you for your kindness," he said. "It
was indeed an act of human solidarity. But
there is work I must do."
"Not before ye've got some vittles down yer
neck," said Dawkins, snapping his fingers
for service.
"Yes, my dear sir, my friend speaks truth.
We must not neglect our physical selves, or
our mental functions will suffer."
"I see you are a materialist," the other
replied. "Das ist gut."
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"No," replied Cohen, "just an old Jew trying
to make sense of a confusing world."
"A Jew? My grandfather was a rabbi. Butmy father became a Christian because
otherwise he could not obtain
advancement."
"And you, my dear sir?"
"Me? I am a revolutionary. I do not havetime for religion.
"Now sir, since it appears to me you are new
to the British Museum, perhaps I may repay
your kindness with some help in your
studies."
"We're wantin' ter look up an 'og," said
Dawkins.
"An heraldic device," explained Cohen, "in
the shape of a wild boar. We believe it may
provide a clue to the whereabouts of a young
friend who may have found sanctuary withone whose carriage bears that escutcheon."
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"And you believe your friend may be
lodging with some aristocrat."
"Precisely, my dear sir.""Well, this country's nobility has fallen on
hard times. The bank crash . . ."
"Yes, we believe our friend may have fallen
victim to it."
"Well, Britain has a new aristocracy.Perhaps you might better seek among them."
"And who might they be, my dear sir?"
"The bourgeoisie."
"Boojah-what?" demanded Dawkins.
"The captains of industry. Your boar maynot be a heraldic beast, but a trademark."
"For what class of produce, would you say,
sir?"
"I know not. A pork butcher perhaps? I
cannot say. You should look for someoneseeking respectability, perhaps a recent
immigrant, like myself.
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"And now, my dear sirs, I really must return
to my studies, before another bank crash
invalidates my conclusions.""And what would be the subject of your
investigations, dear sir? Will you explain to
the world how we may avoid crashes of
banks in the future?"
"No sir, I will explain how they will be
inevitable, until there are no more banks."
And he walked forcefully out of the tavern.
"What an extraordinary gentleman,"
exclaimed Cohen, as the door slammed shut
behind their guest.
"I fink all them books 'as gawn ter 'is 'ead. If
they abolish banks, what'll we do wiv our
cash, eh? Keep it under the floorboards as
you used ter, in the old days, eh?"
He tapped his nose.
"We could do a lot worse, Jack, unless the
Peelers come calling."
Cohen stood up.
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"Come along, Dodge. We must find a pork
butchers. Strange, ain't it, how that unclean
beast keeps intruding himself upon oursearches?"
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Chapter 13. Trouble in Lombard Street
At the very same time that the German
gentleman returned to studying how the
banking system might be brought down,
Inspector Grabwell was about to experience
the phenomenon in a real-life situation.
He had taken the 7.55am train from
Greenwich up to London Bridge as per
usual, and was turning out of Tooley Streetand across the bridge for his customary brisk
45-minute walk to his office off Whitehall
when he heard a strange sort of mumbling
sound, not unlike Lord Tennyson's
"murmuring of innumeable bees". It grewlouder as he crossed over the river, and
when he was about to turn into Thames
Street on the north bank of the river for the
first time he could identify it as the shouting
of a crowd, or more properly, a mob.
Now crowd control played no part in
Grabwell's employment remit, but on the
other hand preventing civil disturbance was
undoubtedly every citizen's duty, so instead
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of proceeding along the riverbank in a
westerly direction, he pressed forward
towards the epicentre of the noise, whichbecame unbearably loud as he drew near to
Lombard Street.
It was a very large crowd indeed, and the
numerous fists waved in the air and cries of
"Give us our money", "Break down the
doors", and the like, confirmed to him hisinitial perception that this was no ordinary
crowd. It was, in fact, a mob in every sense
of the word, and the few Peelers he could
see standing helpless on its perimeter were
able to do nothing to control it."Grabwell of the Yard," he said to one
closest to him. "What on earth's going on
here, constable?"
"Looks like a run, sir," the man replied.
"A run on a bank? There's been nothing inthe press."
"No sir. At this stage it's only a rumour, so
there may be nothing in it."
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"I'd trust word-of-mouth over newsprint any
day," said Grabwell. "But at least they ain't
denying it. When there's an official denialyou know it's only a matter of time before
the rumour turns out to be true."
"They's some pretty high-born folk on the
board, sir," said the man.
"One of them's said to be a lord."
"A lord, eh? Worse and worse. Give me a
good old-fashioned businessman over an
aristocrat, any day. He'll fleece ye, but he'll
leave ye a little so's he can come back for
more on the morrer. But a lord? Mark my
words, these folks have got a lot to worryabout."
"Oh here come the yeomanry, sir," said the
man. "They'll clear the street."
"Unless the bullets start flying. Well I'm orf,
just in case. What was the name of the lordyou say might be on the board, constable?"
"I 'eard tell it was a cove called Monks, sir."
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"Was it, by jove?"
And him in my office only yesterday, laying
down the law, thought Grabwell. That'll bearthinking on.
And having cogitated his way up Kingsway,
along the Strand, and down Whitehall, when
he had climbed up to his attic, he had new
data to enter into his shoebox.
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Chapter 14. A dish of tay
Orinoco lay back on his master's bed,
smoking a cheroot, blowing the sweet-
smelling smoke into the air. He liked Cohen,
and respected himnot, in truth like a
master, but more as a man whom he admired
and liked. Nevertheless, it was good when
Cohen was abroad, leaving himself master
of all he surveyed. He closed his eyes, thebetter to savour his enjoyment.
A tap on the door interrupted his reverie,
and he jumped up from the bed, waving his
hand in the air to dispel the cigar smoke.
Er, come in, he said. The young woman ofthe house, Sarah, put her head round the
door.
I 'opes as I ain't disturbing you, sir, she
said. But . . . I was wonderin' . . . was there
anything you was wantin'?Orinoco conjectured for a moment. There
were, indeed, many things he might be
wanting at any moment, for he was a man of
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great ambition; but, on the other hand,
within the realm of achievable objectives, to
have been stretched out on his master'ssettee, one of his cheroots between his
fingers, and its not unpleasant fumes filling
his nostrils, really was the height of his
current ambition. Plus, he might have added,
if he had been of a more churlish
disposition, not to have had his sweetlassitude disturbed by an intruder.
But then, the young miss was not
unattractive, and he was, after all, a young
man at the height of his powers.
"Not really, young missie," he said, "in fact Ithought my life was at the last moment near
as perfect as it might be, until you came
knocking, causing me to realise that what it
lacked was good company, such as that from
your goodself. Pray come in and take a
seat."
On so saying, he sat himself once more upon
the settee and patted the space beside him.
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"Do be seated, young missie," he said.
Now Sarah was not entirely unskilled in the
ways of young men with young maids, andeven though she had chosen to enter, as it
were, this young lion's den, she was not
minded to become too close to him,
geographically speaking, too quickly. So she
sat herself demurely upon a dining room
chair, placed her hands upon her knees, andlooked around the room.
"You've done it up real nice, avenchu?" she
opined, by way of a conversational opener.
Orinoco, also, surveyed the room. He saw,
in fact, a room furnished in the shabbygenteel taste of its owner, its blandness
enlivened by a few books placed, spines
upwards, on the far side of the dining table
from the chair on which his visitor sat.
"It serves," he said. "I do not like all thisplush and curlicues so typical of today's
middle-classes, myself. My own taste leans
towards the simplicity of Nipponese zen."
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Then, seeing that he had lost his young guest
totally, he added: "Japanese."
"Oo," exclaimed Sarah, "'as you ever binthere? There wuz a tea clipper in t'other day,
but I think they woz chinky Chinamen, not
Japs. I dunno as 'ow their quarters was set
out."
"Speaking of tay," he said, leaping to his
feet, just remembering his manners, "could
you fancy a dish of same?"
She also stood. "I could go and get a brew,"
she said. "Me ma allus 'as kettle on the 'ob.
It'd be no trouble, really."
"My master has a little spirit stove for just
such eventualities as this," said her host.
"Forgive me if I absent myself from you a
while to prepare an infusion." And he
vanished into an ante-chamber which did the
office of a kitchen on the rare occasionswhen his master and Mister Dawkins dined
at home.
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Left to herself, Sarah picked up one of the
books and flicked through it. She was
disappointed to find it had no pictures."Ah," said Orinoco on his return, "I see you
have discerned we have Mister Disraeli's
latest. I find it interesting that one of his
political persuasion should be so aware of
the gulf between rich and poor in this
country of yours, though to be perfectlyfrank with you, I am not sure that fiction is
an appropriate vehicle for the subject. I
much prefer the factual study Herr Engels
has made of the living and working
conditions of the poor people of Manchester.I have a copy in my room, if you would like
to peruse it."
At that moment, the door burst in, and
Mistress Thweedle flew into the room,
sending the tray and teapot and cups flying
before her from Orinoco's hands.
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"Git out of here, you baggage!" she cried.
"Consorting with lodgers, indeed, and with a
pagan blackie at that.""I assure you, Mistress," replied said
"blackie", "nothing untoward was occurring,
just a discussion about Herr Engels'
examination of the state of the working class
over a dish of tay. Which I see your mode of
entry has flooded your beautiful carpet."
He took a snow-white handkerchief from his
sleeve and attempted to mop up the deluge.
"And, as I believe my master has explained
to you, I am no pagan, but the graduate, both
baptised and confirmed into the Anglicancommunion, at the mission college in
Jamaica.
In othere words, as good a Christian as
yourself, and possibly the better, madam."
"Never mind all that malarkey," sheresponded, "it's not allowed, not allowed at
all, for young gents to entertain ladies of the
opposite sex in their rooms with the door
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shut tight. And you, miss," to the tearful
Sarah, "you oughtooa know'd much better.
"Nah get you dahn, and attend to yer chores,like ya should be."
The girl exited as fast as her little legs could
carry her.
"When yer master comes 'ome," she said to
Orinoco," tell 'im I'm givin' 'im 'is noticestraight away. I'm not 'avin' such goin's on in
my respeccable establishment, no I hain't.
So 'e'll be orf in the mornin', and