"Not when it's in a note you can't ged rid of," retorted Fagin. "Number and date taken, I suppose; payment stopped at the Bank? Ah! It's not worth much to him; it'll have to go abroad, and he couldn't sell it for a great deal in the market."
"When could I see him?" asked Noah doubtfully.
"To-morrow morning," replied the Jew.
"Where?"
"Here."
"Um!" said Noah. "What's the wages?"
"Live like a gentleman,—board and lodging, pipes and spirits free,—half of all you earn, and half of all the young woman earns," replied Mr. Fagin.
Whether Noah Claypole, whose rapacity was none of the least comprehensive, would have acceded even to these glowing terms had he been a perfectly free agent is very doubtful, but as he recollected that, in the event of his refusal it was in the power of his new acquaintance to give him up to justice immediately (and
