After a brief reflection, he called a hack-cabriolet, and bade the man drive towards Bethnal Green.
He dismissed him within some quarter of a mile of Mr.Sikes's residence, and performed the short remainder of the distance, on foot.
'Now,' muttered the Jew, as he knocked at the door, 'if there is any deep play here, I shall have it out of you, my girl, cunning as you are.' She was in her room, the woman said.

Fagin crept softly upstairs, and entered it without any previous ceremony.

The girl was alone; lying with her head upon the table, and her hair straggling over it.
'She has been drinking,' thought the Jew, cooly, 'or perhaps she is only miserable.' The old man turned to close the door, as he made this reflection; the noise thus occasioned, roused the girl.

She eyed his crafty face narrowly, as she inquired to his recital of Toby Crackit's story.

When it was concluded, she sank into her former attitude, but spoke not a word.