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"Well," the man said, thinking it over. "Yer always bin fair, that's why I comes to yer 'stead o' some 'o them other jacks. Proper mean, some o' them; yer'd be right ashamed if yer knew." He shook his head and sniffed hard, pulling a face of disgust.
Monk smiled.
"Wotcher want, then?" the man asked.
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sp; "Several things." Monk lowered his voice even further, still looking across the table and not at the man. "Some stolen goods—a fence, and a good screever."
The man also looked at the table, studying the stain ring marks of mugs.
"Plenty o' fences, guv; and a fair few screevers. Special goods, these?"
"Not very."
"W'y yer want 'em ven? Som'one done over bad?"
"Yes."
"O'right, so wot are vey ven?"
Monk began to describe them as well as he could; he had only memory to go on.
"Table silver—"
The man looked at him witheringly.
Monk abandoned the silver. "A jade ornament," he continued. "About six inches high, of a dancing lady with her arms up in front of her, bent at die elbows. It was pinky-colored jade—"
"Aw, nar vat's better." The man's voice lifted; Monk avoided looking at his face. "Hain't a lot o' pink jade abaht," he went on. "Anyfink else?"
"A silver scuttle, about four or five inches, I think, and a couple of inlaid snuffboxes."
"Wot kind o' snuffboxes, guv: siller, gold, enamel? Yer gotta give me mor'n vat!"
"I can't remember."
"Yer wot? Don't ve geezer wot lorst 'em know?" His face darkened with suspicion and for the first time he looked at Monk. " 'Ere! 'E croaked, or suffink?"
"Yes," Monk said levelly, still staring at the wall. "But no reason to suppose the thief did it. He was dead long before the robbery.''
"Yer sure o' vat? 'Ow d'yer know 'e were gorn afore?"
"He was dead two months before." Monk smiled acidly. "Even I couldn't mistake that. His empty house was robbed."
The man thought this over for several minutes before delivering his opinion.
Somewhere over near the bar there was a roar of laughter.
"Robbin' a deadlurk?" he said with heavy condescension. "Bit chancy to find anyfink, in' it? Wot did yer say abaht a screever? Wot yer want a screever fer ven?"
"Because the thieves used forged police papers to get in," Monk replied.
The man's face lit up with delight and he chuckled richly.
"A proper downy geezer, vat one. I like it!" He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth and laughed again. "It'd be a sin ter shop a feller wiv vat kind o' class."
Monk took a gold half sovereign out of his pocket and put it on the table. The man's eyes fastened onto it as if it mesmerized him.
