Monks meets Mr. Bumble
One day, Mr. Bumble went for a drink in a bar near the workhouse. The bar was empty except for one man. Mr. Bumble ordered a drink and sat down. He looked at the other man.
He was a tall, dark stranger in a long coat. Mr. Bumble drank and read newspaper. Then the stranger spoke to him, “Are you the master of the workhouse here? I want some information from you.” The stranger put two gold coins on the table. Mr. Bumble took the coins and put them into his pocket.
“Twelve years ago a boy was born in the workhouse. A small, gentle boy who went to work for an undertaker and then ran away to London.”
“You mean Oliver! Oliver Twist!” said Mr. Bumble.
“I want to know who looked after his mother.”
“The old woman who looked after Oliver’s mother died last winter. My wife knows something important about her."
“I want your wife to see me tomorrow evening at nine o’clock. Come to the old factory by the river. Keep our meeting a secret”, said the stranger.
“What is your name?” asked Mr. Bumble.
“Monks” answered the stranger and quickly walked away.
coin – монета