"What can I do for you, Mr. Fagin?" inquired the man, as he followed him out to the landing. "Won't you join us? They'll be delighted, every one of 'em."
The Jew shook his head impatiently, and said in a whisper, "Is he here?"
"No," replied the man.
"And no news of Barney?" inquired Fagin.
"None," replied the landlord of the Cripples, for it was he. "He won't stir till it's all safe. Depend on it that 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 to-night?" 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
