oliver twist

  ‘Good boys，good boys！’said Fagin． ‘What have you got？’
 ‘A couple of pocket－books and some handkerchieves．’
 ‘Good workers， aren’t They， Oliver？’ said the old man．
 ‘Very good，’ said Oliver． The others all started laughing，though Oliver saw nothing funny in his answer. Fagin inspected the handkerchieves and told the two boys that They were extremely well made and that he was very pleased with their work.
After breakfast They played a very strange game. The cheerful old man put a watch in his jacket pocket， with a guard-chain round his neck，and a notebook and a handkerchief in his trouser pocket．Then he went up and down the room holding a walking stick，just like the old gentlemen who walked in the streets. Sometimes he stopped at the fireplace， and sometimes at the door， pretending to stare with great interest into shop windows．He would Then constantly look round， as if afraid of thieves， touching all his pockets in such a natural and funny way that Oliver laughed until tears ran down his face．All the time， the two boys followed Fagin everywhere，and every time he turned round， They moved out of his sight so quickly that it was impossible to follow their movements.
Finally， the Dodger bumped into him accidentally from behind， and at that moment both boys took from him，very quickly， his watch， guard－chain，handkerchief，and notebook．If the old man felt a hand in any of his pockets he cried out， and Then the game began again.
Later， the boys went out again to do some more work. When They had gone，Fagin turned to Oliver． ‘Take my advice， my dear，’he said． ‘Make them your models. Especially the Dodger． He’ll be a great man himself， and will make you one too, if you copy him. Is my handkerchief hanging out of my pocket, my dear? '
'Yes, sir, 'said Oliver.
'See if you can take it out, without my feeling it. Just as you saw them doing it when we were playing. '
Oliver held up the bottom of the pocket with one hand, as he had seen the Dodger hold it, and pulled the handkerchief lightly out of it with the other.
'Has it gone? 'asked Fagin.
'Here it is, sir, 'said Oliver, showing it in his hand.
'You're a clever boy, my dear, 'said the old gentleman, putting his hand on Oliver's head. I've never seen a quicker boy. If you go on like this, you'll be the greatest man in London. Now come here and I'll show you how to take themarks out of handkerchieves. '
Oliver wondered what the connection was between playing at stealing from the old gentleman's pocket and becoming a great man. But he followed him quietly to the table and was soon deeply involved in his new study.
Oliver remained in Fagin's room for many days, picking themarks and names out of the handkerchieves and sometimes playing the same game as before. One evening two young ladies came to visit, and a very cheerful party followed. Oliver thought They were very nice, friendly girls.
The Dodger and Charley Bates went out to work every day, but sometimes came home with no handkerchieves, and Fagin would get very angry. Once he even knocked them both down the stairs and sent them to bed with no dinner because They had returned with nothing.
At last, themorning came when Oliver was allowed to go out to work with the two other boys There had been no handkerchieves for him to work on for several days and There was not very much to eat for dinner. The three boys set out, but They walked so slowly that Oliver thought They were not going to work at all. Then suddenly the Dodger stopped and put his finger to his lips.
'What's thematter? 'demanded Oliver.
'Be quiet! 'replied the Dodger. 'Do you see that old man outside the book shop? He's the one. '
Oliver looked from the Dodger to Charley Bates with great surprise and confusion, but he had been told not to ask questions. The two boys walked quickly and secretly across the road towards the old gentleman. Oliver followed behind them, watching in silent amazement.
The old gentleman looked quite rich; he wore gold glasses, white trousers, and had an expensive walking stick under his arm. He had picked up a book and was standing There, reading it with great concentration—just as if he were in his own armchair at home. Oliver, his eyes wide with horror and alarm, watched as the Dodger put his hand in the old gentleman's pocket, took out a hand kerchief, and hand ed it to Charley Bates. Then the two of them ran round the corner as fast as They could.
Suddenly, the whole mystery of the handkerchieves, and the watches, and the jewels, and Fagin, became clear. Oliver stood for a moment in terror, blood rushing through him until he felt he was on fire. Then, confused and frightened, he started to run. At the same time, the old gentleman, putting his hand to his pocket and realizing his hand kerchief was missing, turned round. He saw Oliver running away, so he naturally thought Oliver was the thief. With loud cries of 'Stop thief! ', he ran after Oliver with the book still in his hand .
The old gentleman was not the only one who started shouting. The Dodger and Charley Bates, not wanting to attract attention to themselves by running down the street, had stopped round the first corner. When They realized what was happening, They also shouted' Stop thief! 'and joined in the chase like good citizens.
The cry of 'Stop thief! 'always causes great excitement. Everybody in the street stopped what They were doing and began to shout themselves. Many joined in the chase with enthusiasm and soon There was a big crowd running after Oliver.
Finally, They caught the exhausted boy. He fell down on the pavement and the crowd gathered round him.
'Is this the boy? 'They asked the old gentleman.
'Yes, 'he answered, leaning over Oliver. 'But I'm afraid he's hurt himself. '
'I did that, 'said a huge young man proudly. 'And I hurt my hand doing it. 'The old gentleman looked at him with an expression of dislike.
Oliver lay on the ground, covered with mud and dust and bleeding from themouth, and looked wildly at all the faces surrounding him. At that moment a policeman arrived and took Oliver by the collar. 'Come on, get up, 'he said roughly.
'It wasn't me, sir, 'said Oliver, looking round. 'It was two other boys. They're here somewhere. '
'Oh no, They aren't, 'replied the policeman. In fact, he was right, as the Dodger and Charley had quietly disappeared as soon as the crowd had caught Oliver. 'Come on, get up! '
'Don't hurt him, 'said the old gentleman.
'I won't, said the policeman, tearing Oliver's jacket half off his back as he lifted him up.
The three of them started walking, followed by the excited crowd.
 
5 Oliver's life changes
  
Oliver was taken to Thenearest police station. The officer at the gate looked at the boy. 'Another young thief, eh? 'He turned to the old gentleman, 'Are you the person who was robbed, sir? '
'Yes, I am, 'replied the old gentleman, 'but I'm not sure that this boy actually took the hand kerchief. I don't really want to take him to court. '
'Too late. He must go before themagistrate now. '
Oliver was locked in a small stone cell, which was disgustingly dirty and smelly As the key turned in the lock, the old gentleman said to himself thoughtfully, 'There's something in that boy's face… He could be innocent. Where have I seen someone like him before? 'After thinking about this for a few minutes, he said, 'No; it must be imagination. 'He sighed unhappily, and began reading the book again.
Some time later, the officer touched his shoulder and told him that the court was ready. A magistrate was a judge who dealt with small crimes in local courts, and themagistrate for this district was well known. His name was Mr Fang and he was a disagreeable, bad-tempered man. Today he was in a particularly bad mood. He frowned angrily at the old gentleman, and asked sharply,
'Who are you? '
'My name, sir, is Brown low . '
'Officer! What is this man charged with? '
'He's not charged, sir, 'answered the officer. 'He's accusing the boy. '
Themagistrate looked at Mr Brown low from head to foot. 'And what have you got to say? '
Mr Brown low began to explain. 'I was standing outside a book shop—'
'Be quiet, sir! 'shouted Mr Fang. 'Policeman! Now－you arrested the boy. What happened? '
The policeman told themagistrate what he had heard, and how he had searched Oliver afterwards and found nothing.
'Are There any witnesses? 'asked themagistrate.
'None, 'answered the policeman.
Mr Fang Then turned to Mr Brown low and angrily told him to describe what had happened. Mr Brown low explained that he had run after the boy only because he saw him running away. He did not think that the boy was the actual thief and he hoped that the boy would not be punished. 'He's been hurt already, 'he added, 'and now I'm afraid he's very ill. '
'I don't believe that for a moment, 'said Mr Fang unpleasantly. He turned to Oliver. 'Come now, don't try any clever tricks with me! What's your name? 'he demanded.
Oliver tried to reply, but he was too weak to speak. He was deadly pale, and he felt the room spinning round him. At last he managed to whisper a request for water, but themagistrate refused angrily. Suddenly, Oliver fainted and fell to the floor.
Mr Fang stared at him angrily. 'Guilty. Three months 'prison, 'he said immediately. 'Let him lie There. He'll soon be tired of that. 'Mr Fang stood up. 'This court is now closed. '
At that moment a man in an old black coat rushed in. 'Stop! 'he shouted. 'Don't take the boy away. I saw it all. I'm the book shop owner. '
Mr Fang's face was black with anger at this unexpected interruption, but the book shop owner demanded to be heard. He described exactly what had really happened. He had seen two boys steal the hand kerchief and Then run away, leaving Oliver to be arrested.
In a final burst of bad temper, Mr Fang said that his time had been wasted. He announced that Oliver was innocent, and ordered everybody out of the court.
The order was obeyed, and as Mr Brown low turned to go down the street, he saw Oliver lying on the pavement, shaking, his face as white as death.
'Poor boy! Poor boy! 'said Mr Brown low , bending over him. He called a coach quickly, laid Oliver on theseat, and drove away.
The coach stopped at a neat house in a quiet, shady street in north London. Oliver was gently carried in to a bed, and received more care and kindness than he had ever had in his life. But he had a fever, and for many days he lay There unconscious. When he eventually awoke, weak, thin and pale, he looked anxiously around the room.
'What room is this? Where am I? 'he said. 'This is not the place I fell asleep in. '
Mrs Bed win, themotherly old housekeeper, heard his words, and instantly came to him. 'Hush—be quiet, my dear, or you'll be ill again. Lie down. '
He lay down, and woke up again much later. After a while, he was able to sit up in a chair, although he was still too weak to walk. In this new position he could see a picture of a woman hanging on the wall opposite. 'Who is that, madam? 'he asked the old housekeeper.
'I don't know, my dear. Do you like it? '
'The eyes look so sad, and They seem to be staring at me. As if the person was alive, and wanted to speak to me but couldn't. '
'You're weak and nervous after your illness, 'Mrs Bed win said kindly. 'Don't worry about things like that. '
Later that day Mr Brown low came in, having heard that the boy was a little better at last. He was delighted to see that Oliver could sit up. But when he saw Oliver's face clearly, Mr Brown low stared hard at him.
'I hope you're not angry with me, sir, 'said Oliver anxiously.
'No, no. Not in the least, 'he replied. Then he turned to the housekeeper. 'But look, Mrs Bed win, look There! 'He pointed to the picture of the woman above Oliver's head and Then to the boy's face. It was a living copy of the picture; even the expression was the same. Oliver did not understand what was happening. He was so alarmed by Mr Brown low 's excitement that he fainted once more.
The Dodger and Charley Bates had left the crowd which was chasing Oliver as soon as They could. They went back to their house through Thenarrow streets, using a complicated route in case anyone was following them. Once They were safely away from other people, Charley Bates rolled on the ground and laughed and laughed.
'Ha! Ha! Ha! When I saw Oliver running away so fast, round all the corners, bumping into walls… and all the time I had the hand kerchief in my pocket… Ha! Ha! Ha! '
'But what'll Fagin say? 'asked the Dodger.
'What do you mean? '
The Dodger said nothing more but led Charley Bates into the house and up the stairs. When Fagin saw them enter, he rose to his feet.
'Where's Oliver? 'he asked them furiously.
The two boys looked uneasily at each other, but said nothing. Fagin took hold of the Dodger's collar and shook him violently. 'Tell me or I'll kill you! '
The Dodger slid out of his coat in one smooth movement, leaving Fagin holding only the empty coat. 'The police have got him, 'he said reluctantly. He looked round for a weapon to fight with, but Fagin already had a heavy metal pot in his hand ．He threw it hard at the Dodger, but missed and hit Charley Bates, who started to shout with fear.
Suddenly, all this noise and confusion was silenced by a deep voice at the door.
'What the devil's going on here? 'the voice demanded.
The owner of the voice was a big man of about thirty-five in a black coat and very dirty trousers, with a brown hat on his head and a dirty hand kerchief around his neck. He also had a three-day-old beard. A white dog with torn ears followed him into the room. The man kicked the dog into a corner and looked round at the signs of battle.
'Are They trying to murder you, Fagin? I would if I was them. I'd have done it long ago. Now, give me some beer, and don't poison it. '
It was said as a joke, but if The man had seen the evil look on Fagin's face, he might have thought the warning was a necessary one.
Fagin produced some beer, and as the fight appeared to be over, everybody sat down. In the conversation that followed, Fagin told Thenewcomer that Oliver had been caught by the police. 'I'm afraid, Mr Sikes, 'he said, 'the boy may say something which will get us into trouble. '
'Very likely, 'said Bill Sikes, smiling unkindly. 'You'vegot problems, Fagin. '
'And I'm afraid, 'added Fagin, ignoring Sikes' remark, 'that if we're in trouble, Then a lot of other people will be in trouble too, if you understand me, my dear, '
Sikes turned angrily towards the old man. There was a silence. Then Sikes said, 'Somebody must find out what's happened. If he hasn't said anything yet, we must catch him when he leaves the police station. '
Fagin nodded. But There was a difficulty. None of them wanted to go anywhere near a Police station. The problem was solved with the arrival of the two young ladies whom Oliver had met one evening in Fagin's house.
'Nancy, my dear, 'Fagin said. He smiled sweetly at one of The young ladies. 'Can you go to find out what's happened to Oliver? '
The young lady answered calmly, 'No, I won't. '
'You're the only one here that the police in this district don't know, 'said Sikes. 'She'll go, Fagin. '
'No, 'repeated Nancy.
'Yes, she will, Fagin. 'Sikes was right. With a mixture of threats and promises, he soon persuaded Nancy to go.
She set off at once, and at the police station pretended to be a shy, frightened girl. 'Is my poor little brother Oliver here? 'she asked the officer with the keys.
'He's not here, 'the officer replied. 'The gentleman's got him. '
'The gentleman? Oh no! What gentleman? 'cried Nancy, very upset.
The policeman explained that Oliver had become ill, and the old gentleman had taken him to his house in the Pentonville district of north London. Nancy, still looking terribly upset, left the station, and hurried back to Fagin's house with this news. As soon as he heard it, Sikes called his white dog, put on his hat and left without saying goodbye to anyone.
'We must find him, 'Fagin said urgently to The rest of them. 'No one can stay here—it's too dangerous now. All of you—walk around Pentonville and keep your ears open. Don't come back until you have some news of Oliver! If you can, kidnap him! We've got to keep him quiet before he starts talking about us to his new friends. '
With these words, he pushed them all from his room and double-locked the door behind them. Then he took out his hidden box and very carefully hid all the watches and the jewellery beneath his clothes.
 
6 Oliver is found again
  
Oliver began to recover and slowly regain his strength. The picture that had caused Mr Brown low 's excitement was taken down from the wall, and was not mentioned again. Oliver was disappointed at the disappearance of the picture, since he liked the woman's face, but he had many other things to think about now.
They were happy days, while Oliver was getting better. He played cards with Mrs Bed win and listened to stories about her family. The days were all so quiet and relaxing, after the hardships and poverty of his previous life. Mr Brown low bought him a new suit and new shoes, and Oliver's dirty old clothes were given away.
One day Mr Brown low asked him to come to his study for a little talk.
Oliver went in and sat down. He looked at Mr Brown low 's serious face in alarm. 'Don't tell me you're going to send me away, sir, please! 'he exclaimed. 'Let me stay here! I could help with the housework…please, sir! '
'My dear child, don't be afraid, 'said Mr Brown low kindly. 'I won't desert you. I believe that you're a good boy, not a common thief. You told me you're an orphan—that seems to be the truth. But I want to hear now the whole story of your life, and how you came to be with the boys I saw you with that day. '
Oliver began his story but was soon interrupted by the arrival of Mr Grimwig, an old friend of Mr Brown low 's. Mr Grimwig was a fierce old gentleman and very fond of arguments. He clearly knew all about Oliver and inspected him closely.
'So this is the boy, is it? 'he said at last.
Oliver bowed politely and was introduced by Mr Brown low . Tea was Then brought in, and during themeal Mr Grimwig stared so hard at Oliver that the boy felt rather confused. Eventually, Mr Grimwig whispered to Mr Brown low , 'He may be a good-looking boy, but I think he's deceiving you, my good friend, '
'Nonsense! 'said Mr Brown low , becoming angry.
'Well, we'll see, answered his friend. 'We'll see. '
Later that afternoon Mr Brown low wanted to return some books to a bookseller, and to send some money for new books that he had already collected. Mr Grimwig suggested that Oliver should go. 'He'll be sure to deliver everything safely, 'he said with a smile.
'Yes, please let me take them, 'said Oliver, delighted to be of use.
Mr Brown low hesitated, but Mr Grimwig's smile had annoyed him. 'Very well, 'he said. 'Here are the books, Oliver, and a five-pound note. The bookseller will give you ten shillings change. '
'I won't be ten minutes, 'replied Oliver eagerly, and he ran out into the street.
'So you expect him to come back, do you? 'enquired Mr Grimwig.
'Yes, I do, 'said Mr Brown low , smiling confidently. 'Don't you? '
'No, He has a new suit of clothes, some valuable books, and a five-pound note in his pocket. He'll join his old friends the thieves, and laugh at you. If he comes back, I'll eat my hat. '
The two men sat by the window with a pocket-watch between them, and waited for Oliver's return.
Oliver hurried through the streets to the book shop, thinking how lucky he was. Suddenly There was a loud scream behind him. 'Oh, my dear brother! 'Before be could look round, a pair of arms was thrown tightly around his neck.
'Don't! 'he cried, struggling. 'Let go! Why are you stopping me? Who is it? '
The young woman holding him started to cry loudly. 'I've found him! Oh! Oliver! You naughty boy, to make me suffer so much! Come home immediately, you cruel boy! 'She burst into tears and several people stopped to stare at what was happening.
'What's thematter? 'asked one of the watching women.
'He ran away from his parents a month ago, 'The young woman said. 'They're hard-working, respectable people, and he left them to join a gang of thieves and bad characters, and almost broke his mother's heart. '
'Go home, you horrible child, 'said another woman.
'Yes—go back to your parents, 'said a third.
'But I haven't got any! 'replied Oliver, greatly alarmed. 'I haven't got a sister, either. I'm an orphan. I live in Pentonville. '
'Listen to him! Make him come home, 'The young woman said to the crowd, 'or he'll kill his dear mother and father, and break my heart. '
Suddenly Oliver recognized the woman he had seen in Fagin's house. 'It's Nancy! 'he said, without thinking.
'You see? 'cried Nancy to the crowd. 'He knows me! '
Just Then a big man ran out of a beer shop, followed by a white dog. 'What's this? Young Oliver! Come home to your poor mother, you young devil! And what books are these? You've stolen them, haven't you? Give them to me. 'The man, who was Bill Sikes, seized Oliver with one strong hand and hit him on the head with the other.
'That'll do him good! 'shouted some of the crowd. 'It's the only way to treat boys like him. '
Bill Sikes held onto Oliver's arm. 'Come on, you young thief! '
Still weak from illness, and terrified by the growling dog, Oliver could not resist. He was taken through the dark narrow streets at great speed. Sikes and Nancy gave him no chance to escape and Oliver had no breath to call out for help. All too quickly, he was back in Fagin's house, where his old friends were waiting for him.
'Delighted to see you looking so well, my dear, 'Fagin said, bowing politely. 'Why didn't you write, and say you were coming? We'd have got something warm for supper. '
The Dodger and Charley Bates roared with laughter, and the Dodger began looking through the books Oliver had with him.
'Give them back! 'Oliver cried. 'Those books belong to the kind old gentleman who took me into his home. Send him back the books and themoney—he'll think I stole them! '
'You're right, 'laughed Fagin. 'He will think that! '
Oliver jumped to his feet and ran wildly from the room, shouting for help. The Dodger and Fagin caught him easily, and brought him back. Then the old man picked up a long piece of wood.
'So you wanted to get away, my dear, did you? Wanted to call the police and get help? We'll cure you of that. '
He hit Oliver hard on the shoulders with the stick. He was raising it for a second hit when Nancy rushed forward and, seizing the piece of wood, threw it into the fire.
'I won't let you do it, Fagin! 'she shouted. 'You've got him again. Isn't that enough? Now leave him alone. '
Fagin and Sikes looked at each other, shocked by her reaction.
 
'You'd better keep quiet, my girl, 'growled Sikes.
'No, I won't! ' cried the girl wildly. 'Now you've got the boy, you'll turn him into a thief and a liar. Isn't that enough, without killing him too? '
She rushed at Fagin and would have hit him if Sikes had not held her arms so tightly that she couldn't move. She struggled wildly for a while, Then, exhausted, she fainted. Sikes laid her down in the corner, as surprised as Fagin at her anger.
'She can be really wild when she's angry, 'Sikes said.
Fagin wiped his forehead. 'That's the trouble with women, 'he said, 'but she's a clever girl in her work. '
Then Charley Bates and the Dodger took away Oliver's expensive new suit, gave him some old clothes, and locked him up in a dark room. Oliver felt tired and ill, and was soon fast asleep.
 
7 The robbery
  
A few days later, a visitor arrived in London from Oliver's home town. He was a large, fat man, and very proud of his hat, which showed the world that he was a most important official. It was, in fact, Mr Bumble the beadle, Oliver's old enemy.
Mr Bumble had completed his business in the city, and had just finished a most satisfactory meal in a pub. He pulled up his chair to the fire, to enjoy his hot gin-and-water in comfort, and opened Thenewspaper. The first thing he saw was this notice:
A reward of five pounds is offered for any information leading to the discovery of a young boy, Oliver Twist, who was kidnapped from his home in Pentonville last Thursday evening. I am also very interested in any information about his past.
There was Then a full description of Oliver's clothes and appearance, and Mr Brown low 's full address. Mr Bumble rubbed his eyes, read Thenotice again, and was at the address in less than ten minutes. He was shown into Mr Brown low 's study, where the old gentleman and his friend Mr Grimwig were sitting.
'Do you know where the poor boy is now? 'Mr Brown low asked, when the beadle had explained The reason for his visit.
Mr Bumble shook his head.
'Do you know anything good about him? 'asked Mr
Grimwig, looking closely at Mr Bumble's face.
Mr Bumble shook his head again, very seriously, and turned down the corners of his mouth.
'Then tell us everything you know about him, 'said Mr Brown low impatiently.
Mr Bumble put down his hat, unbuttoned his coat, folded his arms, and sat back in his chair. He spoke in his most important and official voice, and talked for twenty minutes. His listeners heard all the details of Oliver's illegitimate birth, and how generously he had been treated as a workhouse orphan. They heard how he had always been an ungrateful and dangerous child, violently attacking another boy, and finally running away from the house where he had been working.
The old gentleman shook his head sadly and gave Mr Bumble the five pounds. 'I would have been happy to give you three times the amount if your story had proved that the boy was good. '
If Mr Bumble had known this earlier, he might have told a different story, but now it was too late. So he took themoney and left.
Mr Brown low walked up and down his room for several minutes, deep in thought. He rang the bell for Mrs Bed win, his housekeeper, and told her what he had heard.
'I don't believe it, 'she said, with great certainty.
'I was right, 'said Mr Grimwig with satisfaction. 'You should have listened to what I said. '
Mr Brown low said angrily, 'Never let me hear the boy's name again. Never. Remember that, Mrs Bed win. '
There were sad hearts at Mr Brown low 's house that night.
* * *
Meanwhile, in another part of London, Oliver remained a prisoner. Fagin had told Oliver how ungrateful he had been to run away. He had told him that he would have died of hunger without Fagin's kindness. He went on to tell Oliver the story of another young boy, who had gone to the police to tell them about the gang, but who had finally been hanged one morning for being a thief. Fagin described the hanging in terrifying detail, and said that he hoped he would never have to tell the police about Oliver—and see Oliver with a rope around his neck. Oliver felt his blood turn cold.
He remained locked in a room for many days, seeing nobody between early morning and midnight. He spent his time thinking sadly about his friends in Pentonville. After a week he was free to wander round the house during the day. It was a dirty place, full of rats and insects but no other living thing. All the windows were closed, and covered with wood and metal bars that kept out the light.
One afternoon the Dodger and Charley Bates were at home and They started telling Oliver about their lives as thieves.
'Why don't you become one? 'Charley asked him. 'We all are here—both of us, and Fagin, Sikes, Nancy…all of us.
'I don't want to be, 'replied Oliver. 'I wish They'd let me go.
'But it's a good life, 'the Dodger said, taking some coins from his pocket and throwing them up in the air. 'What does it matter where themoney comes from? 'he said, laughing.
'If you don't steal it, someone else will. You can be sure of that! '
Fagin entered at this point, with two young men, and joined in the conversation. One of The young men had just come out of prison, and There were many cheerful jokes about his very short hair-cut. Everybody sat around the fire, talking and laughing for hours Fagin told Oliver how good the Dodger was at his job, and what a friendly boy Charley was. It was, without doubt, an interesting evening for Oliver, after so many days locked up alone.
After that evening he was rarely on his own again. He spent a lot of time with the Dodger and Charley, and often played the hand kerchief game with them. At other times Fagin would tell them all about robberies he had committed in his younger days, telling the stories so well and putting in so many funny details that Oliver could not stop laughing, even though he knew it was wrong.
Fagin knew what he was doing. He had made sure that Oliver was so lonely and miserable that he would be desperate for any friends, however criminal. Slowly and deliberately, Fagin was trying to poison The young boy's mind.
One damp, cold, windy night a few weeks later, Fagin put on his heavy coat and, with the collar pulled up high to hide his face, left his home. He walked fast through the streets, never losing his way even in the darkest places. Finally, he reached an evil, narrow street lit only by a single lamp. He knocked on a door, said something quietly to the person who opened it, Then walked upstairs.
Bill Sikes was sitting by his fire with his dog when Fagin entered. The room was a small, dark place with almost no furniture. Nancy was There, too, and Fagin glanced at her uneasily. He had not seen her since she had attacked him to stop him hitting Oliver. However, she seemed to have forgotten all about it, because she told him to pull up a chair and warm himself by the fire.
'I'm ready for business, 'Bill Sikes said, looking at Fagin suspiciously. 'Say what you have to say, Fagin. '
'It's about the robbery at Chertsey, Bill, 'answered Fagin. 'Some lovely silver in that house down There! '
'I know, I know, 'Sikes said. 'I was down There two nights ago to have a look at the house. But it's locked like a prison at night, all except one part. '
'Where's that? 'asked Fagin, bending his head forwards, his eyes staring excitedly at Sikes.
'Do you think I'm stupid? I'm not telling you! Anyway, what we need is a boy. '
'So There's a small place where only a boy can enter the house? 'asked Fagin.
'Maybe. But we need a boy. '
There was silence for a time, while Fagin thought. Then he made a sign to Sikes to tell Nancy to leave the room.
'Don't worry, Sikes said. 'You can trust her—she won't talk. Isn't that right? '
'Of course it's right, 'answered The young woman, taking a large drink from the bottle on the table, and laughing. 'Anyway, Fagin, I know your idea is for Oliver to do the job. '
'You're a clever girl, said Fagin, smiling evilly. 'That's exactly what I had in mind. Listen, Bill—the boy's been training for a few weeks, and it's time he did some work. He's the smallest one, anyway. '
'Is he safe? 'asked Sikes. 'Because if he tries any tricks on me, I'll kill him! '
'He'll be ours for life, if he feels he's one of us. And this job will make him feel like that, 'said Fagin eagerly. 'The boy looks so innocent he's perfect. And we've got to include him in some crime as soon as we can. Otherwise, if he escapes now, he can tell the police about us and stay free himself. '
So it was decided that Oliver would help Sikes with the robbery in two days' time. The plan was discussed in great detail and all the arrangements made. By Then, Sikes was very drunk, and Fagin got up to leave. As he put on his coat, he stared hard at Nancy, frowning a little. No, he was sure he could trust her; she was loyal.
Thenext night, Oliver was alone in Fagin's house when Nancy entered. She was so nervous and white-faced that Oliver asked her if she was ill.
'God forgive me! 'she said, beating her hand s togethe r. 'I never thought I would do this! '
'Has anything happened? 'asked the boy. 'What is it? '
She sat with her back to him, and hid her face with her hand s. After a while she said, 'I don't know why I feel so strange sometimes. Come on, Oliver—are you ready? You have to come with me to Bill's house. '
'Why? '
'Oh—nothing important. '
Oliver did not believe her, but he thought that at last this might be an opportunity to escape. So he said, rather too quickly, 'I'm ready. 'Nancy guessed what he was thinking.
'Oliver, 'she said, 'this is not the time to escape. I've saved you once, and I will again, but if anything happens tonight, it might mean my death. 'She said this so seriously that Oliver decided it must be true. He was quiet while They walked quickly through the streets to Sikes' house.
Inside his room, Sikes sat Oliver down on a chair. 'Did he come quietly? 'he asked Nancy.
'Quiet as a mouse. '
'Glad to hear it, 'said Sikes. 'Now listen to me, boy. 'He put a gun against Oliver's head. If you say one word when you're outside with me, I'll shoot you. Understand? '
Oliver nodded, trying hard not to tremble.
Sikes and Oliver started out at five o'clock in themorning, while it was still dark. They crossed from one side of London to the other. At first the streets were empty, Then shopsbegan to open and people started going to work. Gradually, Thenoise and traffic increased, and as They passed through themeat market at Smithfield, Oliver was amazed by the sight and smells of so many animals, and by the huge crowds of people, all pushing and swearing and shouting. But Bill Sikes marched on without stopping．
Later in the day They were given a lift in a horse and cart from west London out into the country. Night fell, and after walking a few more miles down country roads, They finally arrived at an old house standing alone by a river. It was dark and seemed to be empty They went inside without knocking.
Inside were two other men, who, at Sikes command, produced food and drink for him and the boy. Then Sikes told Oliver to get some sleep as They would be going out again later that night. Oliver still had no idea of the purpose of this expedition, but his head ached with tiredness and he soon fell asleep.
At half past one themen got up and checked their equipment, gathering several sticks as well. Sikes and The man called Toby left the house togethe r, with Oliver walking between them. There was now a thick fog and Thenight was very still as They hurried through the deserted streets of Thenearby town. Out in the country again, They walked down several small roads until finally They stopped at a house surrounded by a high wall. As quick as lightning, Toby climbed up and pulled Oliver after him. Inside the garden, They crept towards the house, and now, for the first time, Oliver realized in horror that the purpose of the expedition was robbery, and maybe even murder.
Bill Sikes broke open a small window at the back of the house, Then shone his light into Oliver's face.
'Now listen. I'm going to put you through here．Go straight through into the hall and on to the front door, and let us in. And if you don't, you can be sure I'll shoot you．'
Oliver, stupid with terror, was lifted through the window into the house. Desperately, he decided to try to run upstairs and warn the family. He began to creep forwards.
Suddenly, There was a loud noise from the hall.
'Come back! ' shouted Sikes. 'Back! Back! '
Oliver stood still, frozen with fear. A light appeared, Then two men on the stairs, them a sudden bright flash, and a loud bang. Oliver staggered back. Sikes seized the boy's collar through the window and pulled him back out into the garden.
'They've hit him! ' shouted Sikes. 'He's bleeding. '
A bell rang loudly, above Thenoise of more gunshots and the shouts of men. Oliver felt himself being carried across rough ground, and Then he saw and heard no more
 
8 After the robbery
  
Thenight was bitterly cold. A sharp wind whipped the fallen snow up into the air and blew it into every hole and corner. It was a night for the homeless to lie down and die; and for luckier people to sit close to their fires and thank God They were at home.
In the workhouse where Oliver was born, Mrs Corney -the widow in charge- was making tea by her fire. When she heard a knock at her door, she frowned and called out sharply, 'Come in. ' The frown, however, was quickly changed to a sweet smile when she saw Mr Bumble enter.
'Hard weather, Mr Bumble, 'said the widow.
'Yes, indeed, ma'am, ' replied the beadle. 'We've had to give out to the poor people in this town great quantities of bread and cheese today, and They' re still complaining. Why, one man even came back and demanded some free fire-wood!
What does he want that for? People are never satisfied. Give them one thing today, and tomorrow They'll ask for something else! '
Mrs Corney agreed that it was very shocking. They discussed some workhouse business togethe r, and Then Mr
Bumble looked hopefully at the teapot. Mrs Corney offered him some tea. Instantly, Mr Bumble sat down by the fire and gave the widow such a warm smile that her face turned a delicate pink. She passed Mr Bumble the tea－cup, and as he took it, he managed to give her hand a little stroke. 'You're a kind－hearted woman, Mrs Corney, 'said the beadle.
'Oh, Mr Bumble! 'said the widow, smiling shyly. For a while There was a friendly silence between them, Then Mr Bumble moved his chair closer to the widow's. Mrs Corney, of course, did not notice this, but when the beadle's arm began to slide around her waist, she felt she must make a small protest.
Encouraged by this response, Mr Bumble immediately gave her a kiss, but at this interesting moment There was a sudden knock at the door. Mr Bumble jumped to his feet and went to the other end of the room.
'Please, Mrs Corney, ' said a voice outside. 'Old Sally is going fast. '
'Well, what can I do to help her? 'asked Mrs Corney angrily.
'Nothing, ma'am, replied the old woman outside. But she says she has something to tell you, which you must hear. She won't die quietly till you come. '
Complaining loudly, Mrs Corney asked Mr Bumble to wait until she came back. Then she followed the old woman up the stairs.
Old Sally lay in bed in a freezing cold room. The fire was so small and mean that it gave no warmth at all.
Mrs Corney bent over the bed, and the dying woman opened her eyes. 'Come closer, 'she murmured. 'Let me whisper in your ear. ' She held onto Mrs Corney's arm and pulled her down towards her 'In this same room I once helped a pretty young woman who came in with cut and bleeding feet, who gave birth to a boy and Then died. '
'Well? ' asked Mrs Corney impatiently.
'I robbed her. She was hardly dead before I stole it! '
'Stole what? '
'It! The only thing she had. It was gold. It could have saved her life! '
'Gold? Who was this mother? Tell me! '
'She told me to look after it when she died. ' The old woman's mind was getting confused. 'She trusted me, poor girl, and I stole it. '
'Quick, tell me or it may be too late! ' said Mrs Corney greedily. ' What was it, and what was the boy's name? '
The old woman could hardly speak．'Oliver. The gold I stole was—'
'Yes, yes! What? '
The old woman fell back onto the bed, dead.
Mrs Corney hurried back to her room, where Mr Bumble was still admiring her furniture and counting her silver tea-spoons. They sat down again by the fire, and soon Mr Bumble's arm returned to its previous position round Mrs Corney's waist. It was not long before he asked her to marry him, and the widow happily accepted him. While They drank to celebrate the arrangement, Mrs Corney told Mr Bumble about old Sally's death, and the unknown gold object which she had stolen from the dead body of The young woman.
After many expressions of undying love, Mr Bumble finally left the room and returned home, with bright visions of his future.
While these events were happening in the workhouse, the Artful Dodger and Charley Bates were playing cards in Fagin's house. The Dodger, as usual, was winning easily; somehow, he always seemed to know exactly what cards the other players had in their hand s. Suddenly There was a faint ring on the bell downstairs, and Toby came in-The man who had gone with Bill Sikes and Oliver to rob the house in Chertsey. Fagin jumped to his feet.
'Where are They? ' he screamed. 'Sikes and the boy! Where are They hiding? '
'We failed, ' said the robber.
' What happened? '
'They fired and hit the boy. We ran away with Oliver between us, and They chased us with dogs. '
'And the boy? What about the boy? 'gasped Fagin.
'His head was hanging down, and he was cold. We needed to go faster so we left him in a field, alive or dead That's all I know about him. '
Fagin did not wait to hear any more. He gave an angry scream, ran out of the house and hurried through the streets until he reached Bill Sikes' house． As he climbed the stairs, he thought, 'Well, Nancy, if There' s anything going on here, I'll find out about it-however clever you are. '
Nancy was alone upstairs in her room, her head on the table.
'She's been drinking again, 'thought Fagin. As he closed the door, she woke up. He told her what had happened during the robbery; she said nothing and her head returned to the table. 'And where do you think the boy is now, my dear? 'Fagin asked her, trying hard to see her face. 'Poor little child! Left alone like that．'
Nancy looked up. 'I hope the child's dead. Then he'd be happier than any of us. '
'What! 'said Fagin, in amazement.
'It's better like that. The sight of the boy turns me against myself, and all of you. '
'You're drunk. Fagin suddenly lost his temper. 'The boy's worth a fortune to me-and now a drunken gang has lost him. And if Sikes doesn't return that boy to me, dead or alive, I'll tell the police about him and I'll get Sikes hanged. Just remember that! '
When Fagin left her, Nancy was already back in a drunken sleep, her head lying on the table once more. Fagin went out into the blackness of Thenight and walked home. He had reached the corner of his street and was searching in his pocket for his key, when a dark figure came out of the shadows and crossed the road towards him.
I've been waiting here for two hours, Fagin. ' said the stranger. 'Where have you been? '
'On your business, my dear, ' said Fagin, glancing at him uneasily.
'We'd better talk inside. '
The door closed behind them and They crept quietly up to the top floor in order not to wake the sleeping boys downstairs. They sat in a dark room, the only light coming from a candle burning in the passage outside.
The stranger's name was Monks, and he was in an evil mood.
He listened to Fagin for a while, frowning heavily. 'It was badly planned, he said angrily. 'Couldn't you have made the boy into an ordinary thief, and Then got him arrested and sent out of the country for The rest of his life? '
'But he isn't like the other boys here, ' Fagin said. 'I had nothing to frighten him with. Anyway, I've already helped you. After he was caught by the police, stealing from the book shop, I got Nancy to get him back. And Then she felt sorry for him. '
'Kill her! ' Monks said impatiently.
'We can't afford to do that kind of thing, ' said Fagin.
'But I can turn the boy into an ordinary thief now. And Then Nancy will harden her heart against him. I know how women are. But if he's already dead—'
'That's not my fault! ' said Monks quickly. 'I always said to you- do anything you want to him, but don't kill him. I wouldn't have been able to forget it, if you had. '
Suddenly he jumped to his feet, staring at the wall opposite the door. 'What's that? 'he whispered, terrified.
'What? Where? ' cried Fagin.
'The shadow! I saw the shadow of a woman pass along that wall! '
White－faced, They both ran from the room into the passage. The candle threw long shadows down the stairs, but There was no one There. They listened. Only silence filled the house.
'It was your imagination, ' said Fagin, softly.
'I swear I saw it! replied Monks. They searched all the upstairs rooms. They were empty, and as quiet as death. Monks grew calmer, and eventually left the house at one o'clock in themorning.
The chase down at Chertsey the previous night had not lasted long. There was a lot of noise of men shouting and dogs barking, as theservants from the house pursued the robbers across the fields. But Sikes and Toby wasted no time. They dropped Oliver's unconscious body in a field, and disappeared into the fog and the darkness in different directions. The three pursuers lost enthusiasm for the chase and agreed among themselves that it was much too dangerous to continue. They returned to the house, keeping close together and trying to look brave.
Morning came, but Oliver still lay in the field as if dead. It began to rain heavily, and after a while Oliver opened his eyes. His left arm was covered in blood and hurting badly. He felt so weak he could hardly stand, but he knew that if he stayed where he was, he would die. Gasping with pain, he forced himself to his feet and with slow, shaky steps, began to walk. He had no idea where he was going, and moved forward mechanically, as though in a dream.
After a while his feet found a road, and he looked round and saw a house in the distance. He decided he would rather die near human beings than in a cold field, so he turned his steps towards the house. As he came nearer, he realized that the house was familiar and he felt faint with terror. But where else could he go? With a last effort, he crawled up the path and knocked on the door, Then fell exhausted on the step.
It was now mid－morning. Inside the house themen servants were still describing Thenight's adventures to the cook and theservant girl, who gasped with appreciative horror at every exciting moment. They were all enjoying themselves very much- when There came a knock at the door. Pale with fright, They all stared at each other. Nobody was keen to answer the knock, so eventually They all went, including the dogs. Very cautiously, They opened the door, and saw nothing more alarming than poor Oliver, curled up in a sad little heap on the step.
Then one of themen gave a shout, seized the boy by a leg and pulled him into the hall. 'Here he is! ' he cried excitedly. 'Here's the thief! I shot him last night! '
A young lady appeared at the top of the stairs. 'What's going on here? Quiet, please! Is this poor boy very hurt? '
'Very, 'said theservant, proudly.
'Then one of you go to town as fast as you can and fetch a policeman and Dr Losberne. The rest of you, help to carry the boy upstairs and put him to bed. Treat him kindly, I beg you. '
 
9 Oliver starts another life
  
In a comfortable, pleasant sitting－room, the two ladies of the house waited anxiously for the doctor and the police to arrive. The owner of the house, Mrs May lie, was an older woman, but her niece, Rose, was a girl of seventeen, whose quiet beauty and gentle charm won all hearts.
As soon as the doctor arrived, he ran breathlessly into the house and burst into the room without knocking. He was clearly a good friend of the ladies.
'I never heard of such a dreadful thing! You should both be dead of fright! he said to Mrs May lie. 'In the silence of Thenight, too! Are you both all right? Why didn't you send for me at once? '
'We are quite all right, said Rose, smiling. 'But There's an injured boy upstairs whom aunt wants you to see. '
Dr Losberne went up to examine Oliver, and was There for some time He came down looking rather puzzled, and asked the two ladies to see the boy with him.
'I can promise you There's nothing very frightening about him, 'he said.
Instead of the evil－looking robber They expected to see, the two ladies found only a pale, thin child, lying peacefully asleep.
He looked to innocent that Mrs May lie said, 'This child could never have been in a gang of robbers! '
'It certainly seems strange, agreed the doctor, 'but wickedness can hide behind themost gentle face, you know. '
'But he's so young, too! ' cried Rose. 'Can you really believe this poor boy is a criminal? Oh, Dr Losberne, and my dear aunt, I beg you both to have pity on him. '
Mrs May lie did not need persuading, and the doctor could not resist Rose's tears. He had, in fact, an extremely kind heart, which he tried to hide behind a quick, fierce manner- though this usually deceived no one.
'Well, what's to be done, Then? ' he said quickly. 'We'll have the police here at any moment, ready to take the boy away and throw him into prison! '
Rose begged him to think of a plan, and the doctor thought hard for a few minutes, frowning fiercely. At last he said,
'I've got it! ' and rubbed his hand s together in satisfaction.
A little later, Oliver woke up and was very anxious to tell his story, although he had lost a lot of blood and was very weak. When the doctor and the ladies had heard all about his sad life, They were quite sure that They wanted to save Oliver from any unfair punishment. So Dr Losberne went down to the kitchen to talk to the three servants who had surprised Sikes and Oliver during the robbery. The doctor folded his arms and gave themen a long, hard stare.
'Tell me, ' he began, can you be absolutely sure that the boy upstairs is the same one that was in the house last night? Well? '
The doctor, usually such a friendly man, seemed so angry that theservants stared at him, open-mouthed. The doctor
gave them no time to think, and went on fiercely,
 ‘Three men see a boy for about a second in the dark, in themiddle of a lot of smoke and noise. A boy comes to the same house Thenext day and because one arm is injured, They think he must be the robber. Are you going to swear that this is the same boy? Well? What do you say? ' he finished impatiently.
Theservants looked at each other in great confusion.
Suddenly There was a ring at the gate; the police officers had finally arrived. Dr Losberne gave orders that plenty of beer should be served before the officers went up to see Oliver. He also made sure that theservants had a generous amount of beer, too.
When the Officers were finally allowed to see Oliver, Dr Losberne said, 'This is a boy who was shot this morning while walking on a farmer's property where he shouldn't have been. Theservants saw him and immediately thought he must be the same boy from last night. But now They say They're sure it's not the same boy. '
Theservants were by now so confused by beer and excitement that They were not sure of anything at all． The robbers had certainly had a boy with them, They said, but whether this boy was the same boy… well, it seemed very doubtful. The police, too, had drunk quite a lot of beer by now, and before long They were very willing to believe that Oliver was not the robber of Thenight before. They had their own ideas about who committed all the robberies in the area, and Oliver was unknown to them.
At last the police left, and Oliver was allowed to recover in the kind care of Mrs May lie, Rose, and Dr Losberne. It was several weeks before he was well enough to get out of bed. But Then he quickly grew stronger, and every day told his rescuers how grateful he was. One thing, however, caused him unhappiness. He wanted to find Mr Brown low , the kind old man who had looked after him in London. 'Mr Brown low would be pleased to know how happy I am now, 'he said. So when Dr Losberne offered to take Oliver to London to see Mr Brown low , the boy was very pleased.
They set out by coach one fine morning, and when They arrived in London, They went straight to Mr Brown low 's house. Oliver's heart beat with excitement as They stopped outside. But the house was empty. They were told by the people next door that Mr Brown low had moved to the West Indies six weeks before. Oliver was very disappointed; he had thought about Mr Brown low so much recently, and had always hoped to find him again. But now the kind old man had moved abroad, still believing Oliver was a lying thief, and he might hold this belief until the day he died.
This was a bitter disappointment to Oliver, but his new friends were still as kind to him as ever. They left the house in Chertsey and moved to a quiet cottage it the country, taking Oliver with them Spring came, and in the fresh air, away from Thenoise and smoke and trouble of the city, Oliver began a new life. He went for walks with Rose and Mrs May lie, or Rose read to him, and he worked hard at his lessons. He felt as if he had left behind forever the world of crime and hardship and poverty.
 
10 Life in the country
  
The weeks slipped contentedly past, and spring turned into summer. Oliver was now a strong and healthy boy, and very fond of Rose and Mrs May lie as They were of him.
One hot summer evening, after a walk in the country, Rose became very weak and pale, and confessed she felt ill. By Thenext morning she was in a dangerous fever, and Mrs May lie and Oliver were afraid she might die. Mrs May lie sent Oliver to Thenearest town, four miles away, to post two express letters. One was to Dr Losberne in Chertsey, the other to
Harry May lie, Mrs May lie's son.
Oliver, filled with anxiety, ran as fast as he could along the country roads and across the fields until, hot and exhausted, he reached the town. He posted the letters and turned to hurry home again. As he was running past a pub in themain street, he accidentally bumped into a tall man in black coming out. The man stared at Oliver. 'What the devil's this? ' he said, stepping back.
'I'm sorry, sir. I was in a hurry, and didn' t see you. '
The man murmured angrily to himself, 'Who would have thought it? Curse him! I can't get away from him! '
'I'm sorry, sir, repeated Oliver, frightened by The man' s wild, staring eyes.
'The devil break your bones! 'The man said through his teeth. 'What are you doing here? He raised his hand and started towards Oliver with a mad look in his eyes, but fell violently to the ground, shaking and gasping, in a fit. People hurried up and helped The man into the pub while Oliver, thinking that The man was mad, ran quickly home/
Mrs May lie and Oliver passed a sleepless night, and Rose grew steadily worse as the fever burned in her．Oliver said every prayer he had ever learnt ten times over.
Late Thenext day Dr Losberne and Harry May lie arrived, and the house was full of worried faces and anxious whispers. But the danger passed, and by Thenext night Dr Losberne was able to announce that, though seriously ill, Rose would not die. Oliver cried for joy.
A day or two later, Mrs May lie talked privately to her son. Harry was a hand some young man of about twenty-five, with a cheerful, honest face and friendly manners He was clearly very fond of Rose.
'I know that you want to marry Rose， Mrs May lie told her son, 'and she is Thenicest person I know But I want you to remember one thing－her birth. '
'Mother, that means nothing to me, 'said The young man. 'I love her. '
'I know you do, Harry, but she herself is well aware of her doubtful birth, and this might affect her answer if you ask her to marry you． I know you have ambitions to enter politics. If you marry a woman with a stain on her name, even though it's not her fault, it might spoil your chances of success in life. Society is cruel, Harry. People might use the knowledge of your wife's doubtful birth against you， and against your children, too. And one day, you might begin to regret your marriage. '
'Only a selfish man would do that, Mother! 'Harry answered impatiently. 'No, I am quite determined. I have loved Rose for a long time, and nothing will ever change that. '
Mrs May lie sighed. 'And she, I know, is very fond of you. But she herself may try to protect you, and refuse an offer of marriage frpm you, for your sake. Remember that, Harry. But now, I must go back and sit with her. '
'Will you tell her how much I've worried about her? ' asked Harry. 'And how anxious I am to see her again?
'Of course I will, 'replied Mrs May lie.
Some days after this conversation, Oliver was sitting in the room where he studied in the evenings. It was a warm night, and he had been studying hard for some hours. He fell asleep at his desk and started dreaming. He dreamt that he was in Fagin's house again, and could see the old man sitting in his corner, whispering to another man. Yes, my dear, he heard Fagin say, 'you're right. That's him. '
In Oliver's dream the other man answered. 'Of course it is! I told you I'd seen him. I'd recognize him anywhere. If I walked across his unmarked grave, I'd know it was him buried under the ground. '
He said this with such hatred that Oliver woke up from fear. In front of him, at the open window, so near he could almost touch them, were Fagin and the strange, wild man he had bumped into outside the pub in the town. In a flash, They were gone. Oliver sat still, white with terror, for a second, Then shouted loudly for help.
Harry and Dr Losberne came running, and hearing what had happened, They rushed outside into Thenight and searched the garden and the fields around. There was no sign of anybody.
'It must have been a bad dream, Oliver, ' said Harry, breathless after running through the fields. He had heard all about Oliver's past from his mother.
'No, 'replied Oliver, still frightened. 'I saw them both as plainly as I see you now. '
Nothing more was seen or heard of the two men, and after a few days, the event was forgotten. Rose recovered rapidly and was soon able to go outside again. Harry May lie waited a few days, Then, as his mother had expected, he asked Rose to marry him. And as his mother had warned him, Rose refused.
'Don't you love me? ' he asked her, holding her hand .
'I do, 'she whispered, ' but please try to forget me. It would ruin your future as a politician if anybody found out about my birth. I could never, never forgive myself. '
Harry paused for a few minutes. 'Tell me one thing, dear Rose. Could you have accepted if your past had been different? Or if I had been poor and friendless, with no hope of riches or success? '
'I could, 'answered Rose, covering her face to hide her tears. 'But as you are, I can never be more than a friend to you.
'I shall ask you once more, said Harry softly. 'In a year's time or less, I shall ask you to change your mind. '
The girl shook her head and smiled sadly. 'No, it will be useless. '
Harry left Thenext day, having asked Oliver to write to him secretly with news of his mother and Rose. From an upstairs window, Rose watched him leave with tears in her eyes.
Mr Bumble was now a married man, and not a happy one. He was no longer a beadle but The manager of the workhouse, and his wife, formerly Mrs Corney, scolded and argued with him day and night. One evening, after a particularly violent fight, when she threw things at him and chased him out of the house, he went for a walk alone through the town. He felt very sorry for himself, and finally went into a pub to find comfort in gin－and－water. A tall dark man, sitting in the corner, watched Mr Bumble while he drank. The stranger's clothes were dusty and muddy, as if he had travelled a long way. Mr Bumble began to feel uncomfortable at The man's hard stare, and tried to avoid meeting his eyes.
'I've seen you before, 'the stranger said, eventually. 'you were the beadle here. '
'I was. But I don't recognize you. '
'It doesn't matter. I came here to look for you, and I'm lucky to have found you. I'd like some information. ' He pushed a couple of coins across the table.
'What information? ' asked Mr Bumble suspiciously, slipping the coins into his pocket.
'About a workhouse birth. A boy called Oliver Twist. '
'Young Twist! I remember him! He was a dreadful—'
'It's not him I want to talk about, interrupted the stranger. 'I've heard enough of him. It's the old woman who was Thenurse for his mother. Where is she? '
'Oh- she died last winter, 'said Mr Bumble. Then he remembered that his wife had been There when old Sally had died, and he realized that this information might be worth something. He told The man that one woman had been with Thenurse when she died, and had heard some secret from her.
'Where can I find this woman? the stranger asked quickly, showing in his pale face how important this was to him.
'I can bring her to meet you tomorrow, 'said Mr Bumble.
'All right Down by the river, at nine in the evening. ' The man wrote the address on a piece of paper.
'And your name? asked Mr Bumble.
'Monks, replied the stranger, 'but you don't need to remember it. 'Then he quickly left the pub.
Thenext evening was dark and cloudy; a storm threatened and already the first drops of rain were falling. Mr and Mrs Bumble walked up themain street of the town, Then turned towards a group of ruined old houses next to the river. Mr Bumble went first, carrying a dim light, and his wife followed closely behind. At the oldest and most ruined building, They stopped and Mr Bumble took out his piece of paper. The first distant crash of thunder shook the air, and the rain began to pour down heavily. Then They heard Monks calling out of an upstairs window.
'Is that The man? ' Mrs Bumble asked her husband.
'Yes. '
'Then be careful to say as little as you can. Don't tell him I'm your wife. '
Monks opened a small door, saying impatiently, 'Come in! Don't keep me waiting! '
Mr Bumble was only brave when dealing with poor, helpless people. He felt very uneasy about entering this dark building with an ill－tempered stranger. However, he was equally afraid of his wife. Nervously, he followed her through the door.
Inside, Monks stared at Mrs Bumble for some time. 'So this is the woman, is it? '
'Yes, 'replied Mr Bumble cautiously.
As They walked upstairs, There was a bright flash of lightning outside, followed by loud thunder. They sat dowu at the table and Monks started immediately.
'So you were present when the old woman died, is that right? And she told you something? He stared at Mrs Bumble again.
'Yes, 'said Mrs Bumble. 'Something about themother of Oliver Twist. But first, how much will you pay me for the information? '
'If it's what I want to hear-twenty－five pounds, 'said Monks. 'But it's a lot of money for something which has been lying dead for twelve years. 'Reluctantly, he pushed themoney across the table towards her, Then bent forward to listen. The faces of the three nearly touched, as the two men leant over the table to hear what the woman had to say, and the woman leant over towards them so that They could hear her whisper. In the dim lamplight their faces looked pale and ghostly.
'The old woman who was Thenurse died with only me in the room, 'said Mrs Bumble.
'No one else was There? ' asked Monks fiercely.
'No one. '
'Good, 'said Monks. 'Go on. '
'She spoke about a young woman who had given birth in the same bed some years before. The child was Oliver Twist. And this nurse had robbed the child's mother. '
'Robbed in life? ' asked Monks.
'In death. She stole from the body when it was hardly cold. But the old woman fell back and died before she could tell memore．’
 ‘It’s a lie！’shouted Monks furiously． ‘You know more！I’ll kill you both if you don’t tell me what else she said．’
 ‘She said no more，’repeated Mrs Bumble calmly，showing（unlike Mr Bumble）no fear of the strange man’s violence． ‘But in her hand I found a piece of dirty paper．’
 ‘Which contained…？’
 ‘Nothing．It was only a receipt from a pawnbroker．I went to the pawnbroker and got back a little gold locket．Inside was a gold wedding ring and on the locket itself，Thename
“Agnes”．’She put the locket on the table in front of Monks．
He picked it up immediately and looked at it closely，his hand s shaking． ‘Is this all？’
 ‘It is．And now I want to ask you a question．What do youintend to do with the locket？’
 ‘This．So it can never be used against me．’Monks suddenly pushed the table to one side and opened a small door in the floor．Down below rushed the river，its muddy waters swollen by the heavy rain．
 ‘If you threw a man’s body down There，where would it be to morrow？’asked Monks．
 ‘Twelve miles down the river，and cut to pieces，’replied Mr Bumble in a shaky voice．
Monks tied the locket to a heavy weight and dropped it in to the water．In a second，it was gone．The three of them lookedinto each other’s faces，and seemed to breathemore freely．
 ‘Now we have nothing more to say，’said Monks，with athreatening look at Mr Bumble． ‘And nothing to say to any one else either．Do you understand？’
 ‘Certainly，’said Mr Bumble，very politely．He move da way from the strange man，anxious to leave quickly．
At the door to the street，Monks turned again to Mr Bumble． ‘And if we ever meet again，we don’t know each other．Do you understand that as well？’
 ‘Perfectly，’said Therelieved Mr Bumble，moving away into the rain and pulling his wife with him．
 
11 Nancy makes a visit
  
On the evening after the Bumbles’ little business meeting，Mr Bill Sikes，waking from a sleep，called out to ask the time．
The room he was lying in was very small and dirty．It was a different room from the one he had occupied before the Chertsey expedition，but it was in the same poor part of London．There were so few possessions or comforts in the room that it was clear Mr Sikes had met hard times．He himself was thin and pale from illness，and was lying on the bed，wrapped in an old coat．The white dog lay on the floor next to him．
Seated by the window was Nancy，repairing Sikes’ old jacket．She，too，was thin and pale．At Sikes’ voice she raised her head from her work． ‘Not long past seven，’she said． ‘How do you feel now，Bill？’
 ‘As weak as water．Help me get up，will you？’
As Nancy helped him out of bed，Sikes swore and cursed a ther clumsiness．Illness had not improved his temper．
 ‘You would n’t speak like that if you knew how kindly I’ve nursed you these last few days，’said Nancy． ‘So many nights，I’ve looked after you．’She sat down in a chair，exhausted．
 ‘Get up！’shouted Sikes． ‘What’s wrong with you？’
But Nancy was unable to get up．Her head fell back against the chair and she fainted．
Sikes swore and cursed again，but Nancy remained unconscious．
 ‘What’s thematter here？’asked a voice from the door，and Fagin，followed by the Artful Dodger and Charley Bates，entered the room．When They saw Nancy，They hurried to help her．Charley rubbed her hand s and the Dodger gave her a drink from the bottle he carried．Gradually，Nancy recovered her senses．
Sikes Then turned to Fagin． ‘What are you here for？’he asked roughly． ‘You haven’t been here for weeks-all the time I was ill．I haven’t two coins to rub together．Why didn’t you help me？You treat me worse than a dog！’
 ‘Don’t be bad-tempered，my dear，’said Fagin calmly． ‘I haven’t forgotten you，Bill．’
 ‘Well，what about some money，Then？I’ve done enough work for you recently-what about some money？’
 ‘I haven’t a single coin with me，my dear，’said Fagin．
 ‘Then go and get some-you’ve got lots at home．No，I don’t trust you．Nancy can go back with you to your house and fetch some money．I’ll stay here and sleep．’
After a good deal of arguing，Fagin managed to reduce the amount Sikes was demanding from five pounds to three pounds．He went back to his house with Nancy and the boys．
When They were inside，Fagin told the girl， ‘I’ll just goupstairs and fetch the cash for Bill，my dear．There’s little money in this business，Nancy，little money and no thanks- but I’m fond of seeing The young people around me．’
Suddenly There was a man’s voice at the front door．As soon as Nancy heard it，she sat up in her chair．
 ‘That’s The man I was expecting earlier，’said Fagin． ‘Don’t worry．He’ll only be ten minutes．’
The man entered the room．It was Monks．When he saw Nancy，he moved back，as if he had expected no one but Fagin．
 ‘It’s all right，only one of my young people，’Fagin said to him． ‘Did you see him？’
 ‘Yes，’answered Monks．
 ‘Any news？’
 ‘Good news，’said Monks with a smile． ‘Let me have a word with you．’He and Fagin went upstairs to talk privately．
As soon as They had left the room，Nancy took off her shoes and crept silently up the stairs to listen in the passage-as she had done once before．She was gone for a quarter of an hour，Then，like a ghost，she reappeared in the downstairs room and sat down．Immediately afterwards，the two men descended the stairs．
 ‘How pale you are，Nancy！’said Fagin，once Monks had left the house． ‘What have you been doing to yourself？’
 ‘Nothing-except waiting here for you too long，’she answered，turning her face away from him． ‘Now，where’s the money for Bill？’
With a sigh for every piece of money，Fagin put the agreed amount into her hand ．
When Nancy was out in the street again，she sat down on a door step，and for a few minutes seemed unable to move．Then she started running wildly through the streets，and when she was exhausted she stopped and burst into tears．This strange mood seemed to leave her Then，and she turned and hurried back to Sikes’ house．
At first when she returned，Sikes noticed nothing unusual about her．Fagin，with his sharp，suspicious eyes，would have noticed something at once．But as night came，the girl’s nervous excitement increased and even Sikes was alarmed by the paleness in her cheeks and the fire in her eye．
He lay in bed，drinking hot gin-and-water，and staring at her． ‘You look like a corpse that’s come back to life again．What’s thematter with you tonight？’
 ‘Nothing．Why are you staring at me so hard？’
 ‘Either you’ve caught the fever yourself，or-no，you’re not going to…you wouldn’t do that！’
 ‘Do what？’asked the girl．
 ‘There’s not a girl alive as loyal as you．If you weren’t， I’d have cut your throat months ago．No，you must have the fever coming on，that’s it．Now，give me some of my medicine．’
Nancy quickly poured out his medicine with her back to him．He took it，and after turning restlessly for some time，heeventually fell into a deep，heavy sleep．
 ‘The drug’s taken effect at last，’Nancy said to herself as she rose from her position beside the bed． ‘I hope I’m not too late．’
Quickly，she put on her coat and hat，looking round fearfully as if she expected at any moment to feel Sikes’ heavy hand on her shoulder．She kissed the robber’s lips softly，then ran from the house without a sound．
She hurried in the direction of west London，pushing past people on the pavement，and running across crowded streets with out looking．
 ‘The woman is mad！’said the people，turning to look ather as she rushed past them．
She came to a wealthier part of the town where the street swere quieter，and before long she had reached her destination．It was a family hotel in a quiet street near Hyde Park．The clock struck eleven as she entered．
The man at the desk looked at her and asked， ‘What do you want here？’
 ‘I want to see Miss May lie．’
The man looked at The young woman with strong disapproval． ‘She won’t want to see someone like you．Come on，get out．’
 ‘Let me see her-or two of you will have to throw me out！’said Nancy violently．
The man looked at her again，and decided it would be easierto do as she asked．He led her upstairs to Rose’s room．
Nancy entered with a brave face but with fear in her heart．
 ‘Please sit down and tell me why you wish to see me，’said Rose May lie，looking with some surprise at this poor，rough girl from the streets．Rose’s manner was so kind and sincere，and so unexpected，that Nancy burst into tears．
When she had recovered a little，she asked， ‘Is the door shut？’
 ‘Yes，’answered Rose，a little nervously． ‘But why？’
 ‘Because I am about to put my life，and the lives of others，in your hand s．I am the girl that kidnapped little Oliver and took him back to old Fagin’s house on Thenight Oliver was going to the bookseller．’
 ‘You！’said Rose．
 ‘Yes，it was me．I am that wicked creature you have hear dab out．I’ve no friends except thieves and robbers．I’ve lived on the streets since I was a child，cold，hungry，among people who are always drunk and fighting．And that’s where I’ll die，too．’
 ‘I pity you！’said Rose in a broken voice．
 ‘But I’ll tell you why I’m here．Do you know a man called Monks？’
 ‘No，’answered Rose．
 ‘He knows you．I heard him tell Fagin that you were at this hotel．Maybe he’s changed his name．Soon after Oliver was put into your house on Thenight of the robbery，I listened insecret to a conversation between Monks and Fagin in the dark．And I heard Monks say that he’d seen Oliver in the street，and that he knew at once Oliver was the child he was looking for，although I couldn’t hear why．Monks Then agreed to pay Fagin some money if he could find Oliver again，and more money if he could turn the poor boy into a thief．’
 ‘Why？’asked Rose．
 ‘He saw my shadow on the wall as I listened，and I had to escape．I didn’t see him again until last night．’
 ‘And what happened Then？’
 ‘I listened at the door again．And I heard Monks say this：“So the only proof of the boy’s identity is at the bottom of the river，and the old woman who received it is dead．”He and Fagin laughed．Then Monks said that he had all Oliver’ s money safely now，but how funny it would be if the boy went to prison for stealing，after his father’s unfair will．’
 ‘What is all this？’asked Rose．
 ‘It’s the truth，lady．Then Monks said he couldn’t have Oliver killed because suspicion would point to himself．Bu the ‘d try for The rest of his life to harm the boy if he could．Then Monks laughed again about themoney Oliver should have got from his father’s will．“My young brother Oliver will n ever see that money！”he said．’
 ‘His brother！’exclaimed Rose．
 ‘Those were his words，’said Nancy，looking round uneasily，as if she still expected to see Sikes． ‘And Then hetalked about how amazed you would be if you knew who
Oliver really was．
 ‘And this man was serious？’
 ‘His voice was full of anger and hatred．I know many people who do worse things，but I’d rather listen to all of them than to this man Monks．But I must get back now，or people will wonder where I’ve been．’
 ‘Back！How can you go back to such a life？’asked Rose． ‘You’ve told me all this．Now I can help you by letting you stay somewhere safe．’
 ‘No．Perhaps it’s hard for you to believe，but There’s one man，themost dangerous of them all，that I can never leave．You’re the first person who’s ever spoken to me so kindly-but it’s too late．’
 ‘It’s never too late！’
 ‘It is！’cried the girl． ‘I can’t leave him now．And if I tell anyone about this man，he’ll die．’
 ‘But how can I find you again，when we want to investigate this mystery further？’
 ‘I’ll meet you secretly，if you promise not to watch or follow me，’said Nancy． ‘And if you promise just one more thing-not to do anything to hurt The man I can never leave．’
 ‘I promise．’
 ‘Every Sunday night，between eleven and twelve，I will walk on London Bridge if I am alive．Meet me There if youwant more information．’
As Nancy said these words，she left the room and ran down the stairs and out into the street once more．Rose was left alone，her thoughts in great confusion，as she wondered desperately what to do and who to ask for advice．
Thenext morning，Oliver，who had been out walking，ranin to Rose’s room at the hotel．He was breathless with excitement．
 ‘I can’t believe what I’ve seen！Now you’ll all know that I’ve told you the truth！’he shouted．
 ‘I know you’ve always told us the truth-but what are you talking about？’asked Rose．
I’ve seen Mr Brown low ，the kind man who was so good tome．
 ‘Where？’
 ‘Going into a house，’said Oliver，crying with joy． ‘I’ve got the address here．’
 ‘Quick，’said Rose． ‘Call a coach．I’ll take you there immediately．’
The idea came to Rose that perhaps Mr Brown low would advise her．She had been afraid to tell Nancy’s story to Dr Losberne，since the good doctor was very excitable and often acted with more enthusiasm than wisdom．
In less than five minutes They were in the coach on their way to the address．Rose went in first to talk to Mr Brown low alone．She was taken into his study，and polite greetings were exchanged．When They were seated again，Rose said，
 ‘This will surprose you very much，but you were once very kind to a dear friend of mine，and I’m sure you will be interested to hear news of him．’
 ‘Really？May I ask you his name？’
 ‘Oliver Twist．’
Mr Brown low said nothing for a few seconds，but simply stared at Rose．Finally he moved his chair nearer to her and said with great feeling， ‘I once thought that he was a liar and a thief．If you have evidence to show me I was wrong，please tell me at once．’
 ‘I know him to be a child with a warm heart，’said Rose．
 ‘And despite the hardships of his life，he’s a better person than almost anyone I know．’
 ‘I looked for him everywhere，’said Mr Brown low ， ‘but I could never find him．I could never quite believe that he really did intend to rob me．’
Rose told him everything that had happened to Oliver since Then．She finished by saying， ‘And his only sorrow，for some months，has been that he could not find you，his former friend．’
 ‘Thank God！’said Mr Brown low ． ‘This is great happiness to me，great happiness．But why haven’t you brought him with you，Miss May lie？’
 ‘He’s waiting in a coach at the door，’replied Rose．
Mr Brown low hurried out of the room，down the stairs and into the coach without another word．In a minute he had returned with Oliver． ‘How well he looks！’he said． ‘New clothes，the same sweet face，but not so pale；the same eyes，but not so sad．’
They talked with great joy for some time．Then Mr Brown low sent for Mrs Bed win，the old housekeeper．She came in quietly and waited for her orders．
 ‘You get blinder every day，’said Mr Brown low impatiently．
 ‘People’s eyes，at my time of life，don’t improve with age，’replied the old lady．
 ‘Then put on your glasses．’
As she searched for them in her pocket，Oliver could not wait any longer and ran into her arms．
 ‘Dear God！’she said． ‘It’s my innocent boy！’
 ‘My dear old nurse！’cried Oliver．
 ‘I knew he would come back，’said the old lady，holding him in her arms． ‘How well he’s dressed-how well he looks again！’She laughed and cried at the same time，and could not let Oliver go．
While Oliver talked to Mrs Bed win，Rose asked Mr Brown low if she could speak to him privately．He led her in to another room，and There listened，with a good deal of amaze ment，to Rose’s account of her extraordinary conversation with Nancy．Between them，They decided that Mrs May lie and Dr Losberne should be told，and that Mr Brown low would come to the hotel that evening for a discussion．For themoment，nothing would be said to Oliver himself．
That evening at the hotel Oliver’s four friends met as arranged．Dr Losberne，of course，was full of immediate plans to rush round London arresting all the gang and hanging themat once．Mr Brown low ，fortunately，was able to persuade him to abandon this wild idea．
 ‘Then what’s to be done？’cried the doctor impatiently．
 ‘First，’said Mr Brown low calmly， ‘we must discover who he inheritance that should have been his．’
 ‘Yes，yes，’said the doctor，nodding in agreement． ‘But how shall we achieve these aims？’
 ‘We must find this man Monks，’said Mr Brown low ． ‘Nancy will not betray The man who is special to her，but she will surely agree to tell us how or where to find Monks．Then we must find a way to force Monks to talk．We must be both cautious and clever．After all，we have no proof against him，and if we cannot make him talk，this mystery will never be solved．But we’ll have to wait five days until Sunday before we can meet Nancy on London Bridge．Until Then，we can do nothing．’
 
12 Nancy keeps an appointment
  
On exactly the same night as Nancy had met Rose May lie，two people from Oliver’s home town were making their way towards London．Their progress was slow，since they travelled on foot，and in addition，the girl was carrying a heavy bag on her back．The young man carried nothing．From time to time he turned to shout at the girl behind him． ‘Hurry up！What a lazy creature you are，Charlotte！I’ll come and give you a kick if you don’t move faster！’
The young man was Noah Claypole，who had made Oliver’s life so miserable at Mr Sowerberry’s house．He was now taller and uglier but otherwise little changed．He and Charlotte had grown tired of the undertaking business and had set off to London to start a new life-with all themoney from Mr So wer berry’s shop in their pockets．
Eventually，They entered London，and Noah began to look for a quiet，cheap pub where They could spend Thenight．Charlotte followed obediently at his heels as They walked through a district of narrow，dirty streets．
At last Noah found a pub that he thought was suitable．It was dark and dirty，with a few rough-looking men in the bar．They entered and asked for a room for Thenight and a meal of cold meat and beer，which They ate in the bar．The beer madeNoah talkative and he began to boast． ‘So it’s no more coffins for us，my girl．We can do better than just robbing Mr So wer berry．In London There are pockets，houses，coaches-even banks！’
 ‘I like the sound of it，Noah，but how are we going to do all this？’asked Charlotte．
 ‘We can meet people who know about these things．I’d like to be the leader of some gang，if There’s a good profit to be made in that kind of work．’Noah felt very pleased with himself，and looked forward to an easy life of crime in the capital．
They talked about their plans for a few minutes．Then astranger，who had been sitting unseen round the corner，cameup to them．The stranger was Fagin．He greeted them in avery friendly and cheerful way，sat down with them，and immediately ordered more beer for Noah．
 ‘That’s good beer，’said Noah，already a little drunk．He thanked the stranger for the drink．
 ‘Expensive，too，’said Fagin． ‘If you drink that everyday，my dear，you’ll need to empty pockets，houses，coaches，even banks．’
When he heard his own words repeated，Noah went pale with terror．The stranger must have heard everything，even how They had robbed Mr So wer berry！
 ‘Don’t worry，’laughed Fagin，pulling his chair closer． ‘You’re lucky it was only me who heard you．’
 ‘I didn’t take it，’said Noah quickly． ‘It was the woman who did it！’
 ‘It does n’t matter who did it，my dear，replied Fagin，looking quickly at Charlotte． ‘Because I’m in that business myself．And the people in my house as well．I can in trod uce you to the right people，if you’re interested．You both look like good workers．’
Charlotte and Noah felt a mixture of fear and pleasure． ‘What would you want me to do？’asked Noah． ‘Some thing light，if possible，’he added．
 ‘What about spying on people？’asked Fagin． ‘Or robbing young children who are going shopping for their mothers？That’s light work，and easy．’
Noah laughed． ‘That sounds like just the thing for me！And what will I earn for this work？’
 ‘You can live free in my house，and give me half of what you earn．
After fur the r discussion，and the transfer of Mr So wer berry’s money from Noah’s pocket to Fagin’s，agreement was reached．Thenext day Noah and Charlotte went to live in Fagin’s house and began to be instructed in their new profession．
Although training and experience had made Nancy an exper tliar，she could not completely hide the fear in her mind．She knew she had taken an enormous risk in going to see RoseMay lie．If Fagin or Sikes ever found out…But she pushed these fears away．She was determined to keep her promise to Rose May lie，and meet her as arranged．
On the first Sunday night after her meeting with Rose，she was in Sikes’ room when the clock struck eleven．Fagin was There，too，discussing some business with Sikes．Nancy stood up and put on her coat．Sikes watched her，surprised．
 ‘Nancy！Where are you going at this time of night？’
 ‘Not far．’
 ‘What kind of answer is that？Where are you going？’
 ‘I don’t know，’replied the girl．
 ‘Then I do．Nowhere．Sit down．’
 ‘I’m not well．I want a breath of air．’
Sikes got up and locked the door．
 ‘Let me go！’said the girl with great force． ‘Just for one hour-let me go！’
Sikes seized her arms roughly． ‘The girl’s gone mad！’
Nancy fought wildly，and Sikes had to hold her down in a chair．She continued to scream and fight until midnight，when，exhausted and tearful，she stopped struggling．She went into another room and threw herself on a bed．
 ‘She’s a strange girl，’Sikes said to Fagin，shaking his head． ‘Why did she suddenly decide to go out tonight？It hought that after all these years I’d finally tamed her．She must be ill-perhaps she’s still got a bit of fever．’
 ‘That must be it，’said Fagin，nodding thoughtfully．
As he walked home，Fagin’s eyes were sharp with suspicion．He had suspected for a while that Nancy had become tired of Bill Sikes’ brutality and violence，and that she had found a new friend to take his place．Her manner was different；she often left home alone，and she seemed lessinterested in the gang．And tonight，her desperate impatience to go out at a particular hour…He was certain he was right．He began to make plans．
First，he wanted to know who Nancy’s new friend was．He could make him a valuable new member of the gang，with Nancy as his assistant．But There was another，darker reason．Fagin，too，had become tired of Sikes．Sikes knew too much-too many dangerous secrets about Fagin himself．Fagin distrusted everybody，but he hated and distrusted Sikes most of all．It would be very convenient if Sikes could be…removed．
 ‘With a little persuasion，’Fagin thought， ‘perhaps the girl would poison Sikes．’Suddenly，his eyes narrowed in delight． ‘Yes！First，I must have her watched，and find out who her new man is．Then I shall threaten to tell Sikes everything．She knows that neither she nor her new man will ever be safe from Sikes’ violent jealousy．She will have no choice except to do as I ask her-and Then，once themurder is done，she will be in my power for ever！’
Early next morning Fagin called Thenewest member of his gang．Noah was doing very well．He had already broughthome quite a lot of money．He had found that robbing small children was indeed light，easy work，and he was proud of his success．
 ‘I have another job for you now，’Fagin told him． ‘It needs great care and secrecy．I want you to follow a woman．I want to know where she goes，who she sees，and if possible，what she says．I will pay you a pound for this information．’
Noah’s eyes were wide with greed． ‘I’m the right man forthis job．Who is she？’
 ‘One of us．’
 ‘What？You don’t trust her，Then？’
 ‘Exactly so，my dear．Exactly so，’smiled Fagin．The following Sunday，soon after eleven o’clock，a woman walked quickly through the dark streets towards Lond on Bridge．A mist hung over the river，and the buildings on the far bank could hardly be seen．A man followed some distance behind her，keeping to the darkest shadows．It was a cold，damp night，and There were very few people on the streets at this late hour．
When the woman reached the centre of the bridge，she stopped and looked around anxiously．The man following hers topped too．The heavy bell of St Paul’s cathe dral rang out，announcing the death of another day．Just as it finished，agrey haired man and a young woman got out of a coach and walked across the bridge．They met the woman，who tookthem down some steps leading to the river bank．They stood indeep shadow by the wall of the bridge．The man hurried down some other steps，crept up to the corner of the wall，and listened．
Nancy spoke first． ‘I’m so frightened tonight I can hardly breathe ．’
 ‘Frightened of what？’asked Mr Brown low ．He seemed topity her．
 ‘I wish I knew．Horrible thoughts of death，and blood，have been with me all day．I don’t know why．’
 ‘Speak to her kindly，’said Rose to Mr Brown low ． ‘Poorgirl！She seems to need it．’
 ‘I could n’t come last Sunday，’continued the girl． ‘I was kept in by force．But tonight he’ll be out all night untilday light．Now，before I tell rou anything else，I must tell you that I don’t want Fagin，or any of the other members of the gang，to be hand ed to the police．’
 ‘Why not？’
 ‘Because I couldn’t betray them．They’ve been loyal to me，and I’ll stay loyal to them．’
 ‘Then just tell us how we can get Monks，and I promisen one of your friends will be harmed，’said Mr Brown low ．
 ‘And Monks will never know how you found out about him？’she asked．
 ‘We promise，’said Rose gently．
Nancy Then told them，in so low a voice that the listenerround the corner could hardly hear her，where Monks often went for a drink，and what he looked like．She finished by saying， ‘On his throat，high up，There is—’
 ‘A bright red mark？’asked Mr Brown low ．
 ‘Do you know him？’asked Nancy in surprise．
 ‘I think I do．’Mr Brown low murmured to himself， ‘It must be him！’Then more loudly，he said to Nancy， ‘Thank you for everything you’ve told us．But now-how can you go back to these people？Come with us now，tonight．We canarr ange for you to be hidden from them all forever，if you want us to．’
The girl shook her head． ‘I’m chained to him，bad as Theyare．I’ve gone too far to change my life now．’She looked nervously over her shoulder． ‘I can feel those dreadful terrors again-visions of blood and death．I must go home．’
Mr Brown low and Rose could not persuade her to change her mind Sadly，They turned to leave，and when They had gone，Nancy fell to the ground in a storm of tears．Meanwhile，Noah Claypole，amazed by all that he had heard，crept up the steps and ran for Fagin’s house as fast as his legs could carry him．Some hours later，nearly two hours before dawn，Noah laya sleep in Fagin’s house．But Fagin sat silently by a dead fire，staring at the flame of a candle on tne table beside him．With his pale，wrinkled face and his red，staring eyes，he looked like a devil out of hell．Hatred ran like poison through hisevery thought．Hatred for the girl who had dared to talk to strangers，who had ruined his plan to get rid of Sikes．He did not believe her promise not to betray him，and he feared that he would now be caught，and hung．
Just before dawn Sikes entered the room，carrying a bundle which contained Theresults of his night’s work．Fagin took what Sikes gave him，Then stared at the robber for a long time with out speaking．
 ‘Why are you looking at me like that？’asked Sikes，uneasy at the old man’s strange expression．
Fagin raised his hand ，but his passion was so great that hecould not speak．
 ‘Say something，will you！’shouted Sikes，placing his huge hand on Fagin’s collar and shaking him in his anger and fear．
 ‘Open your mouth and say what you’ve got to say！’
Eventually Fagin found his voice． ‘Bill，what would you do if one of the gang went out at night and told someone all about us，and what we’d done？What would you do to him？’
 ‘I’d smash his head into little pieces，’said the robber，swearing violently．
 ‘And what if it was me，who knows so much about all ofus，and could put us all in prison and get us all hanged？’whispered Fagin，his eyes flashing with hate．
 ‘I’d beat your brains out in public．Even in the law-court，I’d run over and kill you with my bare hand s，’said Sikes，showing his teeth in his anger． ‘I don’t care who it was，that’s what I’d do．’
Fagin woke Noah． ‘Tell Bill what you told me，what you saw，what she did．Tell him！’
Noah rubbed the sleep from his eyes and told Sikes every thing His face white with passion，Sikes listened to the end，Then，swearing furioustly，he rushed from the room and down the stairs．
 ‘Bill！’Fagin called after him． ‘You won’t be…too violent？’
Sikes made no reply，but，pulling open the door，ran out into the silent streets．He did not turn his head to right or left，but looked straight in front of him with wild determination．He ran at great speed，his eyes on fire，his teeth tight together，and did not pause until he reached his own door．He ran up to his room，entered and locked the door，put a table against it，Then woke Nancy．
 ‘Bill！’she said，pleased to see him．But when she saw his expression，the colour went out of her face． ‘What’s thematter？’she said in alarm．
 ‘You know what．’Sikes took out his gun，but realizing，even in his madness，that a shot might be heard，he beat her twice across the face with it as hard as he could．She fell，with low cry of pain and terror，almost blinded by the blood that flowed from the cut on her forehead．Themurderer staggered to a corner，seized a heavy stick and struck her down．
 
13 The end of the gang
  
The sun burst upon the crowded city in all its brightness．It lit up every corner of London，the great houses of the rich，and themiserable homes of the poor．Its hone everywhere，even into the room where themurdered woman lay．The horror of that scene was even more dreadful in the clear morning light．
Sikes sat There，unable to move，looking at the body．He had thrown the blood-covered stick into the fire，Then washed himself and his clothes．He had cut out the bits of his clothes that were stained and burnt them too，but There were still bloodstains all over the floor．Even the dog’s feet were bloody．
Finally，he forced himself to leave the room，pulling the dog out with him and locking the door behind him．He walked rapidly north，towards High gate，Then on to Hampstead．On the open land of Hampstead Heath，away from people and houses，he found a place in a field where he could sleep with out being disturbed．
But before long he was up again and running．This time heran back towards London for a while．Then he turned and went north again，sometimes walking，sometimes running，with no clear purpose in his mind．Eventually，he felt hungry，and changed direction towards Hendon，a quiet place away from the crowds，where he could buy food．But even the children and chickens There seemed to look at him with suspicion．So he turned back towards Hampstead Heath again，without having eaten，uncertain where to go．
At last he turned north again，his dog still running at his heels，and set off to a village just outside London．He stopped at a small，quiet pub and bought a meal，Then went on again．It was now dark and as he continued walking，he felt as if Nancy were following him，her shadow on the road，her last low cry in the wind．If he stopped，the ghostly figure did the same．If he ran，it ran too，moving stiffly，like a corpse．Sometimes he turned，determined to drive the ghost away，but his blood ran cold with terror．Every time he turned，the ghost turned too，and was still behind him．
Finally，he found another field where he could hide．He lay down，unable to sleep，his mind filled with visions of the dead girl．Her wide，dead eyes stared at him，watching him through a curtain of blood．
Suddenly he heard shouting in the distance．He jumped to his feet and saw that the sky seemed on fire．Sheets of flame shot into the air，driving clouds of smoke in his direction．He heard an alarm bell，and more shouts of ‘Fire！’Running with his dog across the fields，he joined the crowds of men and women fighting the fire．He could forget his own terror in this new danger，and he worked all night with the crowd，shouting，running and working togethe r to stop the flames destroying more buildings．
In themorning themad excitement was over，and the dreadful memory of his crime returned-more terrifying than ever．In desperation，he decided to go back to London．
 ‘At least There’ll be somebody I can speak to，’he thought to himself． ‘And it’s a better hiding-place than out here in the country．I’ll hide There for a week，get some money out of Fagin，Then escape to France．’
Suddenly he remembered the dog-people would be looking for his dog as well as himself．He decided to drown the animal．But the dog smelt The man’s fear，and turned and ran away from him faster than it had ever run in its life． ‘You have a choice，Mr Monks，’said Mr Brown low ． ‘You have been kidnapped and brought here to my house．You can either tell me what I want to know，or I’ll have you arrested，instantly，for fraud and robbery．It’s your choice．And you must decide now．At once．’
Monks hesitated and looked at the old man，but Mr Brown low ‘s expression was so serious and determined that The younger man realized it was pointless to protest． ‘I didn’t expect this treatment from my father’s oldest friend，’said Monks angrily，sitting down with a frown on his face．
 ‘Yes，I was your father’s oldest friend，’said Mr Brown low ． ‘And I know all about you-how your father，while still a boy，was forced by his family into an unhappy marriage with an older woman，and how you were Theresult of that marriage．I also know that your parents separated，hating each other by the end．’
 ‘Well-what’s so important about that？’
 ‘When They’d been separated for ten years，’said Mr Brown low ， ‘your father met another family．There were two daughters，one nineteen years old and the other only two or three．Your father became engaged to the older daughter．At this point one of his rich relations died and left him a lot of money in his will．Your father had to travel to Italy to receive his inheritance，and while There，he became ill and died．Your mother，who was living with you in Paris，immediately rushed to Italy when she heard Thenews．As your father had made no will of his own，all Therelation’s money came to you and her．’
Monks listened with close attention，biting his lip and staring at the floor．
 ‘Before your father went to receive that money，he came to see me，’continued Mr Brown low slowly，his eyes fixed on Monks’face．
 ‘I never heard that before，’said Monks，looking up suddenly，a suspicious expression on his face．
 ‘He left me a picture of the poor girl he wanted to marry．He talked wildly about shame and guilt，and how he would give part of themoney he’d inherited to his wife and to you，and use The rest to escape from England with the girl he loved．He refused to tell me any more details．’
Monks breathe d more easily，and even smiled．
 ‘But，’said Mr Brown low ，pulling his chair nearer to the other man， ‘by chance I was able to rescue your brother Oliver from a life of misery and—’
 ‘What！’cried Monks．
Mr Brown low continued without a pause． ‘And when he was recovering from his sickness here in my house，I noticed how similar he looked to the girl’s face in the picture．But he was taken away before I could discover his history-as you know very well．’
 ‘You can’t prove anything！’said Monks．
 ‘I can．I heard that you were in the West Indies．I went There to try and find you to see if you knew anything about Oliver，but you’d already left．I returned to London，and was unable to find you until two hours ago．’
 ‘And now what？You can’t prove that Oliver’s my brother．’Monks smiled unpleasantly．
 ‘I couldn’t before，’said Mr Brown low ，standing up． ‘But now I can．There was a will，but your mother destroyed it．This will mentioned a child that would be born later；this was Oliver，the child you met later by accident．You noticed his resemblance to your father and you became suspicious．You Then went back to his birthplace，found proof of his birth and the fact that he’s your half-brother，and destroyed that proof．’
Monks sat in silence，his eyes filled with fear．
 ‘Yes，’continued Mr Brown low fiercely， ‘shadows on the wall have caught your whispers with Fagin，and brought them to my ear．For the sake of that innocent child，whom you wanted to destroy．And now murder had been done，and you are as guilty of that as if you had struck the blow yourself！’
 ‘No，no，’said Monks quickly． ‘I knew nothing of that．Nothing at all．’He was silent for a while，realizing how much was known about him．Hatred and fear fought inside him，but he was a coward at heart．At last，seeing no escape，he raised his head． ‘I will admit everything-in front of witnesses，if necessary．’
Mr Brown low nodded coldly． ‘I will prepare a document for you to sign．You must give Oliver what is really his，and Then you can go where you please．’
At that moment Dr Losberne rushed into the room． ‘Themurderer will be taken tonight！His dog’s been found．’
 ‘And Fagin？’asked Mr Brown low ．
 ‘They’re sure of him．They may have him already．’
Mr Brown low turned back to Monks． ‘Have you made up your mind？’
 ‘Yes，’replied Monks． ‘And you promise-it’ll remain a secret？No police，or charges of fraud against me？’
 ‘Yes，’said Mr Brown low ． ‘You have my promise．For now，you must remain here，locked in this room．I will come for you tomorrow evening and take you to sign a confession in front of witnesses．’
Mr Brown low Then left the room with the doctor，and They eagerly discussed Thenews of the hunt for the criminals． ‘My blood boils with anger，’said Mr Brown low ． ‘This poor murdered girl must be revenged．You stay here and guard Monks．I’ll go out and get the latest news．’
The two men parted，each in a fever of excitement．Down by the river Thames was a district called Rotherhithe ，one of the dirtiest and roughest places in London．The houses next to the river had no owners；They were broken down and ruined，but could be defended against attack．In an upper room of one of these houses，were three members of Fagin’s gang．
 ‘When was Fagin taken，Then？’asked The man called Toby．
 ‘Two o’clock this afternoon．Charley and I escaped up the chimney，but Noah was caught．Bet went to see Nancy and when she saw the body，she started screaming and wouldn’t stop．She’s been taken to hospital．’
 ‘What’s happened to Charley Bates？’
 ‘He’ll come here when it’s dark．It’s too dangerous now．’
 ‘We’re in trouble，’said Toby． ‘Fagin’s going to hang-that’s certain．’
 ‘You should have seen him when he was caught，’said another robber． ‘The police carried him through the crowd while all the people jumped at him，screaming and trying to attack him．’
Suddenly Sikes’ dog ran into the room．All the robbers rushed out immediately to look for Sikes，but There was no sign of him．They returned to the upstairs room．
 ‘I hope he’s not coming here，’said Toby．
 ‘The dog’s come a long way，’said another man． ‘Covered in mud，and tired out．’
They sat There in silence，wondering where Sikes was．It was already dark when They heard a sudden，hurried knock at the door downstairs．
Toby went to the window to look down，Then pulled his head back in，his face pale with fear．There was no need to tell tlec others who it was．
 ‘We must let him in，’said Toby，although none of them wanted to see him．Toby went down to the door and returned，followed by sikes．White-faced，with a three-day-old beard，hollow cheeks and staring eyes，Sikes looked like a ghost．No one said a word．
 ‘Nothing to say to me？’Sikes asked．
The only answer was a low shout of many voices from outside in the distance，coming closer．Lights appeared．Looking out，Sikes saw a stream of people crossing the bridge towards them．Then There was a loud knocking on the door and more shouts from the crowd．
 ‘The doors are made of metal and They’re locked and chained，’said Toby．The three robbers watched Sikes nervously，as if he were a wild animal．
 ‘Bring a ladder！’shouted some of the crowd below．
 ‘Give me a rope，quick，’Sikes said to the others． ‘I’ll go the other way，climb down the back and escape over the river．Get me a rope-now！Or I’ll do three more murders！’
A minute later，Sikes appeared on the roof and the shouts from the crowd below swelled to a great roar．Then the front door was smashed down and people streamed into the house．Sikes quickly tied the rope around the chimney，Then began to tie the other end around himself，ready to lower himself to the ground behind the house．But just as he put the rope over his head，he screamed in terror and threw his arms above his head．He staggered back，slipped and fell over the edge of the roof．As he fell，the rope tightened around his neck with a horrible jerk．In a second themurderer was dead，and There he hung，his body swinging gently from side to side．The dog，which had followed its master onto the roof，jumped down towards the lifeless body，missed，and fell dead on the stones below．
 
14 The end of themystery
  
Thenext day Oliver travelled with Mr Brown low ，Dr Losberne，Mrs May lie and Rose back to his birthplace．He had been told a little of his history，and knew that There would be more explanations at the end of this journey．He was anxious and uncertain，wondering what he would hear．
But towards the end of the journey，he began to recognize familiar places，and in great excitement pointed them out to Rose．There was the path he had taken when he had run away．There，across the fields，was the ‘baby farm’．Then，as They drove into the town，he saw the house of Mr So wer berry the undertaker，and the workhouse that had been his prison．
They stopped at the biggest hotel in the town，and went in to their rooms．During dinner Mr Brown low stayed in a separate room，and the older members of the group went in and out with serious faces．Mrs May lie came back with her eyes red from crying．All this made Rose and Oliver，who had not been told any new secrets，very nervous and uncomfortable．
At nine o’clock Dr Losberne and Mr Brown low brought Monks into the room．Oliver was very surprised；this was the same man he had bumped into once outside a pub，and seen another time with Fagin，looking in at him through the window of the country cottage．Oliver was told that Monks was his half-brother，and the boy stared at him in shock and amazement．Monks looked back at him with hatred．
 ‘We have the whole story here in these papers，’said Mr Brown low ，putting them on the table． ‘All we need now is for you to sign them，Monks．And to tell Oliver what happened．’
Monks started hesitantly． ‘My father had arrived in Italy to collect themoney he had inherited，when suddenly he fell ill．When he died，we found two papers in his desk．One was a letter to his girl；the other was a will．’
 ‘What was the letter？’asked Mr Brown low ．
 ‘It was written when he was ill，telling the girl how ashamed he was that she was pregnant．He asked her not to remember him as a bad man but as someone who had made a mistake．He reminded her of the day he’d given her the locket and ring．’
Oliver’s tears fell fast as he listened to the story of his father．
 ‘And what about the will？’asked Mr Brown low ．
Monks was silent．
 ‘The will，’continued Mr Brown low ，speaking for him， ‘was in the same spirit as the letter．He talked of themisery of his marriage to his wife，and the evil character of you，Monks，his only son，who had been brought up by your mother to hate him．He left you and your mother an annual income of $800．The rest of his property he left to his girl Agnes and to their child，if it were born alive，and if it showed itself to be of a good，kind character．Themoney would only go to you，Monks，as the older son，if The younger turned out to be as evil as you．’
 ‘My mother，’said Monks， ‘burnt this will，and never sent the letter．The girl Agnes left her home in secret，so that her pregnancy would not bring shame on her family．I swore to my mother，when she was dying，that if I ever found my half-brother，I would do him all the harm I could．He would feel my hatred like a whip on his back．I paid Fagin to trap Oliver into a life of crime．But Then he escaped，and that stupid，interfering girl Nancy talked to you．If I’d had the chance，I would have finished what I’d begun．’Monks stared at Oliver，and his lips moved in a silent curse．
 ‘And the locket and ring？’asked Mr Brown low ．
 ‘I bought them from Mr and Mrs Bumble，who had stolen them from Thenurse，who had stolen them from Agnes，the dead girl．I’ve already told you how I threw them into the river．
Mr Brown low turned to Rose． ‘I have one more thing to explain，’he said to the girl．
 ‘I don’t know if I have the strength to hear it now，’she murmured， ‘having heard so much already．’
Mr Brown low put his hand under her arm． ‘You have a great deal of courage，dear child，’he said kindly．He turned to Monks． ‘Do you know this young lady，sir？’
 ‘Yes．’
 ‘I don’t know you，’said Rose faintly．
 ‘The father of poor Agnes had two daughters，’said Mr Brown low ． ‘What happened to the other one，who was only a young child at the time？’
 ‘When Agnes disappeared，’replied Monks， ‘her father changed his name and moved to a lonely place in Wales，where no one would know about the family shame．He died very soon afterwards，and this young daughter was taken in by some poor people．My mother hated Agnes and everybody connected with her．She hunted for this young sister，and made sure that her life would be unhappy．She told the poor people who had taken her in that the girl was illegitimate，and that she came from a bad family with an evil reputation．So the child led a life of miserable poverty-until Mrs May lie saw her by chance，pitied her，and took her home．’
 ‘And do you see this young sister now？’asked Mr Brown low ．
 ‘Yes．Standing by your side．’
Rose could hardly speak． ‘So…Oliver is my nephew？’
 ‘I can never call you aunt，’cried Oliver． ‘You’ll always be my own dear sister！’
They ran into each other’s arms，both of them crying in their happiness．A father，sister and mother had been lost and gained，and it was too much for one evening．They stood for a long time in silence，and the others left them alone．The court was full of faces；from every corner，all eyes were on one man-Fagin．In front of him，behind，above，below -he seemed surrounded by staring eyes．Not one of the faces showed any sympathy towards him；all were determined that he should hang．At last，There was a cry of ‘Silence！’，and everyone looked towards the door．The jury returned，and passed close to Fagin．He could tell nothing from their faces；They could have been made of stone．Then There was complete stillness-not a whisper，not a breath…Guilty．The whole court rang with a great shout，echoing through all the rooms as the crowd ran out of the building to tell all the people waiting outside．Thenews was that he would die on Monday．
Fagin thought of nothing but death that night．He began to remember all the people he had ever known who had been hung．He could hardly count them．They might have sat in the same prison cell as he was sitting in now．He thought about death by hanging-the rope，the cloth bag over the head，the sudden change from strong men to bundles of clothes，hanging at the end of a rope．
As his last night came，despair seized Fagin’s evil soul．He could not sit still，and hurried up and down his small cell，gasping with terror，his eyes flashing with hate and anger．Then he lay trembling on his stone bed and listened to the clock striking the hours．Where would he be when those hours came round again？
In themiddle of that Sunday night，Mr Brown low and Oliver were allowed to enter the prison．Several strong doors were unlocked，and eventually They entered Fagin’s cell．The old robber was sitting on the bed，whispering to himself，his face more like a trapped animal’s than a human’s．
 ‘You have some papers，Fagin，’said Mr Brown low quietly， ‘which were given to you by Monks to look after．’
 ‘It’s a lie！’replied Fagin，not looking at him． ‘I haven’t got any．’
 ‘For the love of God，’said Mr Brown low ，very seriously， ‘don’t lie to us now，on Thenight before your death．You know that Sikes is dead and Monks has confessed．Where are the papers？’
 ‘I’ll tell you，Oliver，’said Fagin． ‘Come here．’He whispered to him． ‘They’re in a bag up the chimney in the front room at the top of the house．But I want to talk to you，my dear．’
 ‘Yes，’said Oliver． ‘Will you pray with me？’
 ‘Outside，outside，’said Fagin，pushing the boy in front of him towards the door． ‘Say I’ve gone to sleep-They’ll believe you．You can take me out with you when you go．’The old man’s eyes shone with a mad light．
 ‘It’s no good，’said Mr Brown low ，taking Oliver’s hand ． ‘He’s gone too far，and we can never reach him now．’
The cell door opened，and as the visitors left，Fagin started struggling and fighting with his guards，screaming so loudly that the prison walls rang with the sound．
They left the prison building in the grey light of dawn．Outside in the street，huge crowds were already gathering，joking and laughing，and pushing to get the best places near the great black platform，where the rope hung ready for its morning’s work．
Less than three months later，Rose married Harry May lie．For her sake，Harry had abandoned his political ambitions，and had become a simple man of the church．There was no longer any mystery about Rose’s birth，but even if There had been，Harry would not have cared．They lived next to the church in a peaceful village．Mrs May lie went to live with them，and spent The rest of her days in quiet contentment．
Mr Brown low adopted Oliver as his son．They moved to a house in the same quiet village，and were just as happy．Dr Losberne discovered suddenly that the air in Chertsey did not suit him．In less than three months he，too，had moved-to a cottage just outside the village，where he took up gardening and fishing with great energy and enthusiasm．
Mr Brown low suggested that half Theremaining money from the will should be given to Monks and the other half to Oliver，although by law it should all have gone to Oliver alone．Oliver was glad to accept the suggestion．Monks went off with his money to the other side of the world，where he spent it quickly and was soon in prison for another act of fraud．In prison he became ill and died．Theremaining members of Fagin’s gang died in similar ways in other distant countries，all except Charley Bates，who turned his back on his past life of crime and lived honestly，as a farmer．
Noah Claypole was given a free pardon for telling the police about Fagin．He soon became employed as an informer for the police，spying on people and telling the police about anyone who had broken the law．Mr and Mrs Bumble lost their jobs and became poorer and poorer，eventually living in poverty in the same workhouse that They had once managed．
In that quiet country village，Theyears passed peacefully．Mr Brown low filled themind of his adopted son with
knowledge，and as he watched the boy grow up，he was reminded more and more of his old friend，Oliver’s father．The two orphans，Rose and Oliver，led lives that were truly happy．The hardships that They had once suffered had left no bitterness in their gentle souls，and all their lives They showed themercy and kindness to others that God himself shows to all things that breathe ．