Chapter 46 Chapter Forty-Five

(Noah Claypole was hired to carry out a secret mission for Fagin.) Old man Fagin rose early next morning.He waited impatiently for his new buddy to show up. He waited for an unknown amount of time before the new buddy arrived, and immediately began to wolf down his breakfast. "Polt." Fagin pulled a chair over and sat down opposite Maurice Poulter, and said. "Well, I'm here," Noah replied. "What's the matter? Don't ask me to do anything until I finish eating. That's the only bad thing about your place. You don't have time for dinner." Give enough."

"You can talk while you eat, can't you?" said Fagin, and in his heart he cursed his dear young friend for being too good to eat. "Oh, all right, all right. I'm more comfortable eating and talking," Noah said, cutting off a hideously large slice of bread. "Where's Charlotte?" "No," said Fagin. "I sent her into the street this morning with another young woman, and I want to speak to you alone." "Oh," said Noah, "you should tell her to make some bread and butter first. Well, come on, you won't get in my way."

It seemed that there was really no need to worry too much about something getting in the way of his appetite, since he had clearly wanted to fuck a lot when he sat down just now. "You did a good job yesterday, my dear," said Fagin. "You did very well. It opened at six shillings and nine-halfpence the day before. The doll tax will make you rich." "Don't forget, there are three ear pots and a milk jug," declared Mr. Poulter. "Not to forget, not to forget, my dear. The earcups are geniuses, and the milk jug is a perfect masterpiece." "I think it's pretty good for a novice," boasted Mr. Poulter. "I took the pot off the drying pole, and the milk jug stood by itself outside a tavern. My heart It's going to rust or get cold when it rains, you know that, huh? Hahaha!"

Fagin pretended to be very happy, and Mr. Poulter, laughing loudly, took several large bites, finished off the first piece of bread and butter, and moved on to the second. "I want you, Porter," said Fagin, stooping over the table, "to do something for me, my dear, which requires great care." "I say," replied Poulter, "you don't want me to take risks, or send me to some misdemeanor court of yours. That kind of thing doesn't suit me, doesn't suit me, and I'll tell you first. " "There's nothing dangerous about it—not even the tiniest danger," said the old Jew. "It's just playing hide-and-seek with a woman."

"An old woman?" asked Mr. Poulter. "Young," answered Fagin. "That's my thing, I know it," said Poulter. "I was a proven snitch at school. Why should I be following her? Should I—" "Do nothing but tell me where she went, whom she met and, if possible, what she said. If it was a street, remember that street, and if it was a People, just remember that family, and bring me back everything you heard about." "How much do you pay me?" Noah put down his glass, staring at his employer. "I'll pay you a pound if you do well, my dear, a pound," said Fagin, hoping to attract his interest as much as possible. "In order to do something that is not lucrative, I have never given this amount."

"Who is she?" Noah asked. "Our people." "Oh." Noah wrinkled his nose and shouted, "You suspect her, don't you?" "She has made some new friends, my dear, and I must find out who they are," replied Fagin. "Understood," Noah said, "It's purely to understand them and see if they are decent people, huh? Hahaha! I would like to serve you." "I know you will," cried Fagin, delighted at the success of his plan. "Of course, of course," Noah replied. "Where is she? Where shall I wait for her? Where shall I go?"

"As for those matters, my dear, you will obey me. I will give her to you in due time," said Fagin. "You get ready, and I will take care of the rest." That night, and the nights of the second and third, the spy sat at home, in his boots and driver's attire, waiting for Fagin's order to leave.Six nights passed--six long, hard nights--and each night Fagin returned with a look of dismay, saying that it was not time to say a word.On the seventh night, he came back earlier, with an unconcealable ecstasy on his face.Today is Sunday. "She's out to-night," said Fagin. "It must be the same business, sure. She's alone all day, and the man she's afraid of won't be back before dawn. Come with me. Quick!"

Noah left without saying a word, because the old Jew was in a state of extreme excitement, and even he was infected.The two of them tiptoed out of the residence, hurried through a large complex of streets and alleys, and finally came to an inn, which Noah recognized as the inn where he had spent the night in London for the first time. It was past eleven o'clock and the shop was closed.Fagin whistled softly, the door opened slowly, they entered quietly, and the door closed behind them. Fagin and the young Jew who opened the door for them, barely daring to speak in a low voice, fell silent, pointed to the pane of glass to Noah, and beckoned him to climb up and see the adjoining room. that person.

"Is that the woman?" he asked, his voice almost as soft as his breath. Fagin nodded yes. "I can't see her face clearly," Noah said in a low voice, "she buried her head, and the candle was behind her." "Stay still," whispered Fagin, and gestured to Barney, who backed away.In a blink of an eye, the young man walked into the next room, and under the pretense of cutting candles, moved the candles to the desired position, while striking up a conversation with the girl, intending to make her look up. "Now I see her," cried the spy. "See clearly?"

"I can recognize her among a thousand people." The door opened, the girl came out, and he quickly retreated.Fagin dragged him behind a little curtained partition, and the two held their breath, while the girl passed within a few paces of their hiding-place, and went out by the door by which they had entered. "Hush!" cried the boy, opening the door, "it's time." Noah exchanged glances with Fei Jin and rushed out. "Go left," said the boy in a low voice, "turn left and go across the road." He did so, and recognized the girl's receding figure by the streetlight, and she had already walked a certain distance.Noah tried to get as close to the other party as he thought prudent, and kept walking on the opposite side of the street, which made it easier to observe her actions.The girl looked back nervously one after another, and stopped once to let the two men who were closely behind her walk over.It seemed that she was cheering herself up as she walked, and her steps became more steady and firm.That Bao asked to keep such a distance from her all the time, fixed his eyes on her, and followed her.