I was at school. What am I to dodge her for? not to—"
"Not to do anything," interrupted the Jew, "but to tell me where she goes to, who she sees, and, if possible, what she says; to remember the street, if it is a street, or the house, if it is a house, and to bring me back all the information you can."
"What'll yer give me?" asked Noah, setting down his cup, and looking his employer eagerly in the face.
"If you do it well, a pound, my dear—one pound," said Fagin, wishing to interest him in the scent as much as possible. "And that's what I never gave yet for any job of work where there wasn't valuable consideration to be gained."
"Who is she?" inquired Noah.
"One of us."
"Oh Lor!" cried Noah, curling up his nose. "Yer doubtful of her, are yer?"
"She has found out some new friends, my dear, and I must know who they are," replied the Jew.
