And Meg continued to rock him with a gentle motion and sing to him in a soothing tone.
“Meanwhile the old woman lay resting on her bed, and the two men sat drinking at the rickety table.
“You’d better take them things to Old Israel and get ’em out’n the way in case of accident; and mind what he gives you for ’em. Them’s rale jewels, if I know anythink about rale jewels,” said the old woman from her bed.
“Which you don’t. Not the least. But them’s rale, sure enough; because it ain’t possible as a rich lady, rolling in gold, would go for to put her onliest child into imitation trash,” said Black Bill.
“Well then you had better go and make sure on ’em. There’ll be a hue and cry next.”
“There is a hue and a cry now, I shouldn’t wonder; only it won’t come down our way.”
“Well, anyhow, why don’t you go and take the things to the Jew?”
“Because we must wait here for the gentleman. I saw him on the Strand arter Bill carried off the child. He said he was coming to settle to-night,” said Roger.
“One of you can stay here to see him and the other can go and sell the jewels.”
“Not if we know it,” laughed both the brothers, speaking at once.