in the middle of the room, but shuddering as he was about to drop into it, and seeming to glance over his shoulder, dragged it back close to the wall as close as it would go—ground it against it—and sat down.
Not a word had been exchanged. He looked from one to another in silence. If an eye was furtively raised and met his, it was instantly averted. When his hollow voice broke silence, they all three started. They had never heard its tones before.
"How came that dog here?" he asked.
"Alone. Three hours ago."
"To-night's paper says that Fagin's taken. Is it true, or a lie?"
They were silent again.
"Damn you all," said Sikes, passing his hand across his forehead. "Have you nothing to say to me?"
There was an uneasy movement among them, but nobody spoke.
"You that keep this house," said Sikes, turning his face to Crackit, "do you mean to