The Poisoned Whisper
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It is the dead of night in Spitalfields. Fagin sits crouching over a cold hearth, his face distorted with rage and fear. He has just learned from his spy, Noah Claypole, that Nancy has met with Mr. Brownlow and Rose Maylie on London Bridge.
The door opens, and the burly frame of Bill Sikes enters, carrying a bundle of stolen goods. Fagin looks at him with eyes that burn like coals. He intends to use Sikes as a weapon of vengeance.
"Bill," says Fagin, grasping the robber's wrist. "Suppose that lad that's laying there... suppose he was to peach to blow upon us all... what then?"
Sikes growls, "I'd grind his skull under the iron heel of my boot."
Fagin leans closer, his voice a hiss. "What if it was... Nancy?"