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another，darker reason．Fagin，too，had become tired of Sikes．Sikes knew too much…too many dangerous secrets about Fagin himself．Fagin distrusted everybody，but he hated and distrusted Sikes most of all．It would be very convenient if Sikes could be…removed．
‘With a little persuasion，’Fagin thought， ‘perhaps the girl would poison Sikes．’Suddenly，his eyes narrowed in delight． ‘Yes！First，I must have her watched，and find out who her new man is．The n I shall threaten to tell Sikes everything．She knows that neither she nor her new man will ever be safe from Sikes’ violent jealousy．She will have no choice except to do as I ask her…and the n，once the murder is done，she will be in my power for ever！’
Early next morning Fagin called the newest member of his gang．Noah was doing very well．He had already broughthome quite a lot of money．He had found that robbing small children was indeed light，easy work，and he was proud of his success．
‘I have another job for you now，’Fagin told him． ‘It needs great care and secrecy．I want you to follow a woman．I want to know where she goes，who she sees，and if possible，what she says．I will pay you a pound for this information．’
Noah’s eyes were wide with greed． ‘I’m the right man forthis job．Who is she？’
‘One of us．’
‘What？You don’t trust her，the n？’
‘Exactly so，my dear．Exactly so，’smiled Fagin．The following Sunday，soon after eleven o’clock，a woman walked quickly through the dark streets towards Lond on Bridge．A mist hung over the river，and the buildings on the far bank could hardly be seen．A man followed some distance behind her，keeping to the darkest shadows．It was a cold，damp night，and the re were very few people on the streets at this late hour．
When the woman reached the centre of the bridge，she stopped and looked around anxiously．The man following hers topped too．The heavy bell of St Paul’s cathe dral rang out，announcing the death of another day．Just as it finished，agrey haired man and a young woman got out of a coach and walked across the bridge．They met the woman，who tookthe m down some steps leading to the river bank．They stood indeep shadow by the wall of the bridge．The man hurried down some other steps，crept up to the corner of the wall，and listened．
Nancy spoke first． ‘I’m so frightened tonight I can hardly breathe ．’
‘Frightened of what？’asked Mr Brown low ．He seemed topity her．
‘I wish I knew．Horrible thoughts of death，and blood，have been with me all day．I don’t know why．’
‘Speak to her kindly，’said Rose to Mr Brown low ． ‘Poorgirl！She seems to need it．’
‘I could n’t come last Sunday，’continued the girl． ‘I was kept in by force．But tonight he’ll be out all night untilday light．Now，before I tell rou anything else，I must tell you that I don’t want Fagin，or any of the other members of the gang，to be hand ed to the police．’
‘Why not？’
‘Because I couldn’t betray the m．They’ve been loyal to me，and I’ll stay loyal to the m．’
‘The n just tell us how we can get Monks，and I promisen one of your friends will be harmed，’said Mr Brown low ．
‘And Monks will never know how you found out about him？’she asked．
‘We promise，’said Rose gently．
Nancy the n told the m，in so low a voice that the listenerround the corner could hardly hear her，where Monks often went for a drink，and what he looked like．She finished by saying， ‘On his throat，high up，the re is—’
‘A bright red mark？’asked Mr Brown low ．
‘Do you know him？’asked Nancy in surprise．
‘I think I do．’Mr Brown low murmured to himself， ‘It must be him！’The n more loudly，he said to Nancy， ‘Thank you for everything you’ve told us．But now…how can you go back to the se people？Come with us now，tonight．We canarr ange for you to be hidden from the m all forever，if you want us to．’
The girl shook her head． ‘I’m chained to him，bad as Theyare．I’ve gone too far to change my life now．’She looked nervously over her shoulder． ‘I can feel those dreadful terrors again…visions of blood and death．I must go home．’
Mr Brown low and Rose could not persuade her to change her mind Sadly，They turned to leave，and when They had gone，Nancy fell to the ground in a storm of tears．Meanwhile，Noah Claypole，amazed by all that he had heard，crept up the steps and ran for Fagin’s house as fast as his legs could carry him．Some hours later，nearly two hours before dawn，Noah laya sleep in Fagin’s house．But Fagin sat silently by a dead fire，staring at the flame of a candle on tne table beside him．With his pale，wrinkled face and his red，staring eyes，he looked like a devil out of hell．Hatred ran like poison through hisevery thought．Hatred for the girl who had dared to talk to strangers，who had ruined his plan to get rid of Sikes．He did not believe her promise not to betray him，and he feared that he would now be caught，and hung．
Just before dawn Sikes entered the room，carrying a bundle which contained the results of his night’s work．Fagin took what Sikes gave him，the n stared at the robber for a long time with out speaking．
‘Why are you looking at me like that？’asked Sikes，uneasy at the old man’s strange expression．
Fagin raised his hand ，but his passion was so great that hecould not speak．
‘Say something，will you！’shouted Sikes，placing his huge hand on Fagin’s collar and shaking him in his anger and fear．
‘Open your mouth and say what you’ve got to say！’
Eventually Fagin found his voice． ‘Bill，what would you do if one of the gang went out at night and told someone all about us，and what we’d done？What would you do to him？’
‘I’d smash his head into little pieces，’said the robber，swearing violently．
‘And what if it was me，who knows so much about all ofus，and could put us all in prison and get us all hanged？’whispered Fagin，his eyes flashing with hate．
‘I’d beat your brains out in public．Even in the law…court，I’d run over and kill you with my bare hand s，’said Sikes，showing his teeth in his anger． ‘I don’t care who it was，that’s what I’d do．’
Fagin woke Noah． ‘Tell Bill what you told me，what you saw，what she did．Tell him！’
Noah rubbed the sleep from his eyes and told Sikes every thing His face white with passion，Sikes listened to the end，the n，swearing furioustly，he rushed from the room and down the stairs．
‘Bill！’Fagin called after him． ‘You won’t be…too violent？’
Sikes made no reply，but，pulling open the door，ran out into the silent streets．He did not turn his head to right or left，but looked straight in front of him with wild determination．He ran at great speed，his eyes on fire，his teeth tight together，and did not pause until he reached his own door．He ran up to his room，entered and locked the door，put a table against it，the n woke Nancy．
‘Bill！’she said，pleased to see him．But when she saw his expression，the colour went out of her face． ‘What’s the matter？’she said in alarm．
‘You know what．’Sikes took out his gun，but realizing，even in his madness，that a shot might be heard，he beat her twice across the face with it as hard as he could．She fell，with low cry of pain and terror，almost blinded by the blood that flowed from the cut on her forehead．The murderer staggered to a corner，seized a heavy stick and struck her down．
13 The end of the gang
The sun burst upon the crowded city in all its brightness．It lit up every corner of London，the great houses of the rich，and the miserable homes of the poor．Its hone everywhere，even into the room where the murdered woman lay．The horror of that scene was even more dreadful in the clear morning light．
Sikes sat the re，unable to move，looking at the body．He had thrown the blood…covered stick into the fire，the n washed himself and his clothe s．He had cut out the bits of his clothes that were stained and burnt the m too，but the re were still bloodstains all over the floor．Even the dog’s feet were bloody．
Finally，he forced himself to leave the room，pulling the dog out with him and locking the door behind him．He walked rapidly north，towards High gate，the n on to Hampstead．On the open land of Hampstead Heath，away from people and houses，he found a place in a field where he could sleep with out being disturbed．
But before long he was up again and running．This time heran back towards London for a while．The n he turned and went north again，sometimes walking，sometimes running，with no clear purpose in his mind．Eventually，he felt hungry，and changed direction towards Hendon，a quiet place away from the crowds，where he could buy food．But even the children and chickens the re seemed to look at him with suspicion．So he turned back towards Hampstead Heath again，without having eaten，uncertain where to go．
At last he turned north again，his dog still running at his heels，and set off to a village just outside London．He stopped at a small，quiet pub and bought a meal，the n went on again．It was now dark and