The Murderers Die
The robber, Toby, was hiding in an old house by the river in Bermondsey. He was staring at an exhausted white dog. 'Why has Bill's dog come here?' Toby asked himself. 'Is Bill coming here? Does the dog know this?'
Toby gave Bulls-eye some water. Then the robber sat waiting quietly.
There was a loud knock at the door. The dog began to howl4 .
Toby took a candle and went downstairs. A minute later, he returned to the room with Sikes.
The murderer untied the scarf from his face. Sikes was very pale. He was shaking with fear. He picked up a chair, pushed it against the wall and sat down.
'So the dog's here,' Sikes said roughly.
Toby said nothing.
'Somebody said the police have got Fagin. Is that true?' Sikes asked.
'Yes. They took him this afternoon. At about two o'clock,' Toby replied.
'Me and Charley got away. But they caught Fagin and the Dodger. And the Dodger has turned King's evidence48.'
'Then Fagin will be hanged,' Sikes whispered.
Toby did not answer.
'Hell's fire!' Sikes cried out. 'Have you nothing to say to me? Are you going to tell the police about me - or help me?'
'You can stay here,' Toby answered slowly. There was another knock at the door. Toby went downstairs quickly. He returned with Charley Bates.
When the boy saw Sikes, he was horrified.
'Charley,' Sikes said, standing up, 'don't you remember your
friend, Bill?'
'Don't come near me!' Charley cried. 'I know what you did. But I'm not afraid of you - you murderer! I'm going to see you
hanged.'
And the boy began to shout loudly. 'Murder! Help! Murder!
Murder!'
Sikes grabbed the boy. But Charley went on shouting.
There was a noise outside the house. Toby ran to the window and looked down. There were lights and the sound of footsteps coming nearer.
'Help! Help!' shrieked the boy. 'He's here! The murderer's here! Break down the door!'
Sikes dragged the boy upstairs into a room near the top of the house. He locked the door, then went back downstairs.
'Is the front door locked?' he asked Toby.
'Yes, it is,' Toby replied.
Sikes ran to the window and looked down to the street below.
'You won't get me!' he shouted to the people below. 'You won't catch Bill Sikes!'
The crowd shouted at him. Some people wanted to burn the house down. Some people wanted to climb up and catch him.
Sikes moved away from the window.
'I'm going to jump into the ditch behind the house,' Sikes said.
He picked up some rope, ran upstairs and out onto the roof.
Charley looked through a window and watched Sikes climb onto the steep roof. He began to shout to the crowd of people again.
'Go to the back of the house! Sikes is on the roof!’ the boy cried.
Sikes ran across the roof of the house and looked down at the ditch. The ditch carried water from the river.
There was not much water in the ditch. And the soft mud was deep.
There was a crowd of people at the back of the house now. They were carrying lanterns. Sikes saw the angry faces staring up at him.
Sikes looked up. The houses on the other side of the ditch were full of people. There were people looking at him from every window.
Sikes tied one end of the rope to the chimneys. He made a noose49 at the other end of the rope. He was going to put this round his body and climb down to the ditch.
Sikes put the noose over his head. He was going to pull the noose down, under his arms, but suddenly he turned round.
'Her eyes! I can see her eyes!' Sikes cried.
He stepped back and fell off the roof. The noose was round his neck. As he fell, the noose pulled tight. And the murderer hung there - dead!
Bulls-eye had followed Sikes onto the roof. With a howl, the dog tried to jump onto the dead man's shoulders. But the dog fell from the roof and it died in the ditch below.
Fagin was alone in the condemned cells. It was Sunday. Fagin's last day.
As the hours passed, the old man shrieked and tore his hair with his hands.
Fagin walked round and round his small cell. He howled like an animal. But still the hours passed. Night came, but he could not sleep.
The clock struck eleven. At eight o'clock tomorrow morning, he would die.
Fagin thought of the murder of Nancy. He thought of the death of Bill Sikes.
Twelve o'clock struck, then one, rwo, three, four, five, six, seven, eight!
The cell door opened. Fagin was led out to be hanged. A great cry went up from the waiting crowd.
There was silence. Then there was another cry - a shout of joy.
Fagin was dead.
Epilogue
Monks left England and went to America. He died in prison. Mr Brownlow bought a house in Chertsey near the Maylies' house. He took Oliver into his home and Oliver became his son.
موضوع: Oliver Twist 
السبت أبريل 26, 2008 6:40 pm
