"Now we want to know where you pawned the plate," said William.
"A long way from here. Bill said he knew a place where it would be quite safe. I was to say that my mistress left it to me; he said that would be sufficient…. It was in the Mile End Road."
"You'd know the shop again?" said William.
"But she's got the ticket," said Esther.
"No, I ain't got the ticket; Bill has it."
"Then I'm afraid the game's up."
"Do be quiet," said Esther, angrily. "If you want to get out of lending the money say so and have done with it."
"That's not true, Esther. If you want another thirty to pay him to give up the ticket, you can have it."
Esther thanked her husband with one quick look. "I'm sorry," she said, "my temper is that hasty. But you know where he lives," she said, turning to the wretched woman who sat on the sofa pale and trembling.
"Yes, I know where he lives—13 Milward Square, Mile End Road."