curiosity, for he had seen it often before, but in a restless and suspicious manner which was habitual to him. It was a meanly furnished apartment, with nothing but the contents of the closet to induce the belief that its occupier was anything but a working man; and with no more suspicious articles displayed to view than two or three heavy bludgeons which stood in a corner, and a "life-preserver" that hung over the mantelpiece.
"There," said Sikes, smacking his lips. "Now I'm ready."
"For business—eh?" inquired the Jew.
"For business," replied Sikes; "so say what you've got to say."
"About the crib at Chertsey, Bill?" said the Jew, drawing his chair forward, and speaking in a very low voice.
"Yes. Wot about it?" inquired Sikes.
"Ah! you know what I mean, my dear," said the Jew. "He knows what I mean, Nancy; don't he?"
