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said the matron； “she fell back and died。”
“Without saying more？” cried Monks； in a voice which； from its
very suppression； seemed only the more furious。 “It’s a lie！ I’ll not
be played with。 She said more。 I’ll tear the life out of you both； but
I’ll know what it was。”
“She didn’t utter another word；” said the woman； to all
appearance unmoved （as Mr。 Bumble was very far from being） by
the strange man’s violence； “but she clutched my gown； violently；
with one hand； which was partly closed； and when I saw that she
was dead； and so removed the hand by force； I found it clasped a
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scrap of dirty paper。”
“Which contained—” interposed Monks； stretching forward。
“Nothing；” replied the woman； “it was a pawnbroker’s
duplicate。”
“For what？” demanded Monks。
“In good time I’ll tell you；” said the woman。 “I judge that she
had kept the trinket； for some time； in the hope of turning it to
better account； and then had pawned it； and had saved or scraped
together money to pay the pawnbroker’s interest year by year； and
prevent it running out； so that if anything came of it； it could still
be redeemed。 Nothing had come of it； and； as I tell you； she died
with the scrap of paper； all worn and tattered； in her hand。 The
time was out in two days； I thought something might one day come
of it too； and so redeemed the pledge。”
“Where is it now？” asked Monks quickly。
“There；” replied the woman。 And； as if glad to be relieved of it；
she hastily threw upon the table a small kid bag scarcely large
enough for a French watch； which Monks pouncing upon； tore
open with trembling hands。 It contained a little gold locket； in
which were two locks of hair； and a plain gold wedding…ring。
“It has the word ‘Agnes’ engraved on the inside；” said the
woman。 “There is a blank left for the surname； and then follows
the date； which is within a year before the child was born。 I found
out that。”
“And this is all？” said Monks； after a close and eager scrutiny of
the contents of the little packet。
“All；” replied the woman。
Mr。 Bumble drew a long breath； as if he were glad to find that
the story was over； and no mention made of taking the five…and…
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twenty pounds back again； and now he took courage to wipe off
the perspiration which had been trickling over his nose；
unchecked； during the whole of the previous dialogue。
“I know nothing of the story； beyond what I can guess at；” said
his wife； addressing Monks； after a short silence； “and I want to
know nothing； for it’s safer not。 But I may ask you two questions；
may I？”
“You may ask；” said Monks； with some show of surprise； “but
whether I answer or not is another question。”
“Which makes three；” observed Mr。 Bumble； essaying a stroke
of facetiousness。
“Is that what you expected to get from me？” demanded the
matron “It is；” replied Monks。 “The other question？”
“What do you propose to do with it？ Can it be used against
me？”
“Never；” rejoined Monks； “nor against me either。 See here！ But
don’t move a step forward； or your life is not worth a bulrush。”
With these words； he suddenly wheeled the table aside； and
pulling an iron ring in the boarding； threw back a large trapdoor
which opened close at Mr。 Bumble’s feet； and caused that
gentleman to retire several paces backward； with great
precipitation。
“Look down；” said Monks； lowering the lantern into the gulf。
“Don’t fear me。 I could have let you down； quietly enough； when
you were seated over it； if that had been my game。”
Thus encouraged； the matron drew near to the brink； and even
Mr。 Bumble himself； impelled by curiosity； ventured to do the
same。 The turbid water； swollen by the heavy rain； was rushing
rapidly on below； and all other sounds were lost in the noise of its
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plashing and eddying against the green and slimy piles。 There had
once been a water…mill beneath； the tide foaming and chafing
round the few rotten stakes； and fragments of machinery that yet
remained； seemed to dart onward； with a new impulse； when freed
from the obstacles which had unavailingly attempted to stem its
headlong course。
“If you flung a man’s body down there； where would it be by
tomorrow morning？” said Monks； swinging the lantern to and fro
in the dark well。
“Twelve miles down the river； and cut to pieces besides；”
replied Bumble； recoiling at the thought。
Monks drew the little packet from his breast； where he had
hurriedly thrust it； and tying it to a leaden weight； which had
formed a part of some pulley； and was lying on the floor； dropped
it into the stream。 It fell straight； and true as a die； clove the water
with a scarcely audible splash； and was gone。
The three； looking into each other’s faces； seemed to breathe
more freely。
“There！” said Monks； closing the trap…door； which fell heavily
back into its former position。 “If the sea ever gives up its dead； as
books say it will； it will keep its gold and silver to itself； and that
trash among it。 We have nothing more to say； and may break up
our pleasant party。”
“By all means；” observed Mr。 Bumble； with great alacrity。
“You’ll keep a quiet tongue in your head； will you？” said
Monks； with a threatening look。 “I am not afraid of your wife。”
“You may depend upon me； young man；” answered Mr。
Bumble； bowing himself gradually towards the ladder； with
excessive politeness。 “On everybody’s account； young man； on my
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own； you know； Mr。 Monks。”
“I am glad； for your sake； to hear it；” remarked Monks。 “Light
your lantern！ And get away from here as fast as you can。”
It was fortunate that the conversation terminated at this point；
or Mr。 Bumble； who had bowed himself to within six inches of the
ladder； would infallibly have pitched headlong into the room
below。 He lighted his lantern from that which Monks had
detached the rope； and now carried in his hand； and； making no
effort to prolong the discourse； descended in silence； followed by
his wife。 Monks brought up the rear； after pausing on the steps to
satisfy himself that there were no other sounds to be heard than
the beating of the rain without； and the rushing of the water。
They traversed the lower room； slowly； and with caution； for
Monks started at every shadow； and Mr。 Bumble； holding his
lantern a foot above the ground； walked not only with remarkable
care； but with a marvellously light step for a gentleman of his
figure； looking nervously about him for hidden trap…doors。 The
gate at which they had entered； was softly unfastened and opened
by Monks； and； merely exchanging a nod with their mysterious
acquaintance； the married couple emerged into the wet and
darkness outside。
They were no sooner gone； than Monks； who appeared to
entertain an invincible repugnance to being left alone； called to a
boy who had been hidden somewhere below。 Bidding him go first；
and bear the light； he returned to the chamber he had just quitted。
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Chapter 39
Introduces Some Respectable Characters With
Whom The Reader Is Already Acquainted； And
Shows How Monks And The Jew Laid Their Worthy
Heads Together
O n the evening following that upon which the three
worthies mentioned in the last chapter； disposed of their
little matter of business as therein narrated； Mr。 William
Sikes； awakening from a nap； drowsily growled forth an inquiry
what time of night it was。
The room in which Mr。 Sikes propounded this question； was
not one of those he had tenanted； previous to the Chertsey
expedition； although it was in the same quarter of the town； and
was situated at no great distance from his former lodgings。 It was
not； in appearance； so desirable a habitation as his old quarters；
being a mean and badly…furnished apartment； of very limited size；
lighted only by one small window in the shelving roof； and
abutting on a close and dirty lane。 Nor were there wanting other
indications of the good gentleman’s having gone down in the
world of late； for a great scarcity of furniture and total absence of
comfort； together with the disappearance of all such small
movables as spare clothes and linen； bespoke a state of extreme
poverty； while the meagre and attenuated condition of Mr。 Sikes
himself would have fully confirmed these symptoms； if they had
stood in any need of corroboration。
The housebreaker was lying on the bed； wrapped in his white
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waistcoat； by way of dressing…gown； and displaying a set of
features in no degree improved by the cadaverous hue of illness；
and the addition of a soiled night…cap； and a stiff； black beard of a
week’s growth。 The dog sat at the bedside； now eyeing his master
with a wistful look；