or twice before," replied the trader; "but it soon cools down again; don't you find it so?"
Fagin nodded in the affirmative, and, pointing in the direction of Saffron Hill, inquired whether any one was up yonder to-night.
"At the Cripples?" inquired the man.
The Jew nodded.
"Let me see," pursued the merchant, reflecting. "Yes; there's some half-dozen of 'em gone in that I knows. I don't think your friend's there."
"Sikes is not, I suppose?" inquired the Jew, with a disappointed countenance.
"Non istwentus, as the lawyers say," replied the little man, shaking his head, and looking amazingly sly. "Have you got any thing in my line to-night?"
"Nothing to-night," said the Jew, turning away.
"Are you going up to the Cripples, Fagin?" cried the little man, calling after him. "Stop! I don't mind if I have a drop there with you!"
