06-02-雾都孤儿 [45]
might be worth something. He told the man that one woman had been with the nurse 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. 'The n he quickly left the pub.
The next evening was dark and cloudy; a storm threatened and already the first drops of rain were falling. Mr and Mrs Bumble walked up the main street of the town, the n 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. The n They heard Monks calling out of an upstairs window.
'Is that the man
' Mrs Bumble asked her husband.
'Yes. '
'The n 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, the re 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 the mother of O liver 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 the money across the table towards her, the n 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 the m so that They could hear her whisper. In the dim lamplight their faces looked pale and ghostly.
'The old woman who was the nurse died with only me in the room, 'said Mrs Bumble.
'No one else was the re
' 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 O liver 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，the name
“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．
'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. 'The n he quickly left the pub.
The next evening was dark and cloudy; a storm threatened and already the first drops of rain were falling. Mr and Mrs Bumble walked up the main street of the town, the n 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. The n They heard Monks calling out of an upstairs window.
'Is that the man
' Mrs Bumble asked her husband.
'Yes. '
'The n 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, the re 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 the mother of O liver 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 the money across the table towards her, the n 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 the m so that They could hear her whisper. In the dim lamplight their faces looked pale and ghostly.
'The old woman who was the nurse died with only me in the room, 'said Mrs Bumble.
'No one else was the re
' 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 O liver 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，the name
“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．