"Then," said Sikes, thrusting aside the Jew's hand with some disdain, "let it come off as soon as you like. Toby and I were over the garden-wall the night afore last, sounding the panels of the door and shutters: the crib's barred up at night like a jail, but there's one part we can crack, safe and softly."
"Which is that, Bill?" asked the Jew eagerly.
"Why," whispered Sikes, "as you cross the lawn"
"Yes, yes," said the Jew, bending his head forward, with his eyes almost starting out of it.
"Umph!" cried Sikes, stopping short as the girl, scarcely moving her head, looked suddenly round and pointed for an instant to the Jew's face. "Never mind which part it is. You can't do it without me, I know; but it's best to be on the safe side when one deals with you."
"As you like, my dear, as you like," replied the Jew, biting his lip. "Is there no help wanted but yours and Toby's?"
