"I think I do," replied Ralph.
"Well," retorted Newman, sulkily, "then don't expect me to know him too, that's all. You'll ask me next why I never told you this before. What would you say, if I was to tell you all that people say of you? What do you call me when I sometimes do? 'Brute, ass!' and snap at me like a dragon."
This was true enough, though the question which Newman anticipated was, in fact, upon Ralph's lips at the moment.
"He is an idle ruffian," said Ralph; "a vagabond from beyond the sea where he travelled for his crimes, a felon let loose to run his neck into the halter; a swindler, who has the audacity to try his schemes on me who know him well. The next time he tampers with you, hand him over to the police, for attempting to extort money by lies and threats,—d'ye hear? and leave the rest to me. He shall cool his heels in jail a little time, and I’ll be bound he looks for other folks to fleece when he comes out. You mind what I say, do you?"
"I hear," said Newman.
"Do it then," returned Ralph, "and I'll reward you. Now, you may go."
Newman readily availed himself of the permission, and shutting himself up in his little office, remained there in very serious cogitation all day. When he was released at night, he proceeded with all the expedition he could use to the City, and took up his old position behind the pump, to watch for Nicholas—for Newman Noggs was proud in his way, and could not bear to appear as his friend before the brothers Cheeryble, in the shabby and degraded state to which he was reduced. He had not occupied this position many minutes when he was rejoiced to see Nicholas approaching, and darted out from his ambuscade to meet him. Nicholas, on his part, was no less pleased to encounter his friend, whom he had not seen for some time, so their greeting was a warm one.
"I was thinking of you at that moment," said Nicholas.
"That's right," rejoined Newman, "and I of you. I couldn't help coming up to-night. I say, I think I'm going to find out something."
"And what may that be?" returned Nicholas, smiling at this odd communication.
"I don't know what it may be, I don't know what it may not be," said Newman; "it's some secret in which your uncle is concerned, but what, I've not yet been able to discover, although I have my strong suspicions. I'll not hint 'em now, in case you should be disappointed."
"I disappointed !" cried Nicholas; "am I interested?"
"I think you are," replied Newman. "I have a crotchet in my head that it must be so, I have found out a man, who, plainly knows more than he cares to tell at once, and he has already dropped such hints to me as puzzle me—I say, as puzzle me," said Newman, scratching his red nose into a state of violent inflammation, and staring at Nicholas with all his might and main meanwhile.
Admiring what could have wound his friend up to such a pitch of mystery, Nicholas endeavoured, be a series of questions, to elucidate
