"That's true," rejoined Mr. Bolter, thoughtfully. "Oh! yer a' cunning old codger!"
Mr. Fagin saw with delight that this tribute to his powers was no mere compliment, but that he had really impressed his recruit with a sense of his wily genius, which it was most important that he should entertain in the outset of their acquaintance. To strengthen an impression so desirable and useful, he followed up the blow by acquainting him in some detail with the magnitude and extent of his operations; blending truth and fiction together as best served his purpose, and bringing both to bear with so much art, that Mr. Bolter's respect visibly increased, and became tempered, at the same time, with a degree of wholesome fear, which it was highly desirable to awaken.
"It's this mutual trust we have in each other that consoles me under heavy losses," said the Jew. "My best band was taken from me yesterday morning."
"Yer don't mean to say he died?" cried Mr. Bolter.
"No, no," replied Fagin, "not so bad as that. Not quite so bad."