returned
with a
lighted
candle,
and the
intelligence
that Toby
Crackit
was asleep
in the
back room
below, and
that the
boys were
in the
front one.
Beckoning
the man to
follow
him, he
led the
way
upstairs.
“We can
say the
few words
we’ve got
to say in
here, my
dear,”
said the
Jew,
throwing
open a
door on
the first
floor;
“and as
there are
holes in
the
shutters,
and we
never show
lights to
our
neighbours,
we’ll set
the candle
on the
