after a long, long time oliver came to himself. the morning was breaking. he tried to rise and found that his arm was wounded and his clothes wet with blood.
he was so dizzy he could hardly stand, but it was freezing cold, and he knew if he stayed there[pg 66] he must die. so he staggered on till he came to a road where, a little way off, he saw a house. there, he thought, he might get help. but when he came closer he saw that it was the very house the men had tried to rob that night. fear came over him then, and he would have run away, but he was too weak.
he had just strength left to push open the gate, totter across the lawn and knock at the door; then he sank in a faint on the steps.
in the house lived a lady named mrs. maylie, just as kind-hearted as was mr. brownlow who had rescued oliver at the police station, and with her lived a beautiful girl whom she had adopted, named rose. the servants, when they came to the door, made sure oliver was one of the robbers, and sent at once for policemen to take him in charge; but miss rose, the moment she saw what a good face the boy had and how little he looked like a thief, made them put him to bed and send at once for the doctor.
when the good doctor arrived and saw oliver, who was still unconscious, he thought miss rose was right, and when the boy had come to himself and told them how he had suffered, he was certain of it. they were both sorry the policemen had been sent for, because the doctor was sure they would not believe oliver's story, especially as he had been arrested once before. he would have taken him away, but he was too sick to be moved.
so when the officers came the doctor told them[pg 67] that the boy had been accidentally shot and had come to the house for assistance, when the servants had mistaken him for one of the burglars. this was not exactly the truth, but it seemed necessary to deceive the policemen if oliver was to be saved. of course, the servant that had fired the pistol was not able to swear that he had hit anybody at all, so the officers had to go away without arresting anybody.
after this oliver was ill for a long time, but he was carefully nursed, especially by miss rose, who grew as fond of him as if she had been his sister. as soon as he grew better she wrote a letter for him to mr. brownlow, the old gentleman who had rescued him from the police station, but to oliver's grief she found that he had gone to the west indies.
thus the time passed till oliver was quite well, and then miss rose (first carefully instructing the servant who went with them not to lose sight of him for a moment for fear of his old enemies) took him with her for a visit to london.
meantime there had been a dreadful scene in fagin's house when bill sikes got back to london and told the old jew that the robbery had failed and that oliver was lost again. they were more afraid than ever that they would be caught and sent to prison. fagin swore at sikes, and monks cursed fagin, and between them all they determined that oliver must either be captured or killed.[pg 68]
while they were plotting afresh nancy, who had been feeling sorrier and sorrier for what she had done, overheard them, and so found out that monks was oliver's half-brother and why he so hated him; and she made up her mind to save the boy from his last and greatest danger.
so one evening, when she was alone with him, she gave sikes some laudanum in a glass of liquor, and when he was asleep she slipped away, found miss rose and told her all about it. bad as nancy was, however, she was not willing to betray fagin or bill sikes, so she only told her of monks.
miss rose was greatly astonished, for she had never heard of him before, but she pitied nancy because she had tried to help oliver, and, of course, she herself wanted very much to help him discover who he was and who his parents had been. she thanked nancy and begged her to come to see her again. nancy was afraid to do this, because bill sikes watched her so closely, but she promised that on the next sunday at midnight she would be on a certain bridge where miss rose might see her. then nancy hurried back before sikes should wake up.
miss rose was in trouble now, for there was no one in london with her then who could help her. but the same afternoon, whom should oliver see at a distance, walking into his house, but mr. brownlow. he came back in great joy to tell miss rose, and she concluded that the old gentleman[pg 69] would be the very one to aid her. she took oliver to the house, and, sure enough, there was the boy's old benefactor.
very glad, indeed, he was to hear what she told him. for the old gentleman, when oliver had disappeared with the money he had given him to take to the bookseller, had been reluctant to think the boy he had befriended was, after all, a liar and a thief. he had advertised for him, but the only result had been a call from mr. bumble, who told him terrible tales of oliver's wickedness. to find now, after all this time, that oliver had not run away, and that mr. bumble's tales were lying ones, was a joyful surprise to mr. brownlow.
after he had heard the whole, and when oliver had gone into the garden, miss rose told him of nancy's visit and of the man monks who still pursued the boy to do him harm.
it was fortunate that she had come to mr. brownlow, for, as it happened, he knew a great deal about monks and his evil life. years before the old gentleman himself had been a friend of oliver's father. he knew all about his death in a foreign country, and had watched his older son's career of shame with sorrow. the very trip he had made to the west indies had acquainted him with a crime monks had committed there, from which he had fled to england. but, while mr. brownlow knew of the curious will oliver's father had made, what had become of the baby to[pg 70] which the latter referred he had never known. now, from the story miss rose told him, he was assured that oliver was, indeed, this baby half-brother of monks.
but it was one thing to know this and quite another to enable oliver to prove it. the old gentleman was quick to see that they must get possession of monks and frighten him into confessing the fact—whose only proofs had been lost when he threw the locket and ring into the river. mr. brownlow, for this reason, agreed with miss rose that they should both meet nancy on the bridge on the coming sunday to hear all she had been able to find out.
they said not a word of this to oliver, and when sunday night came they drove to the spot where nancy had promised to meet them. she had kept her word. she was there before them, and mr. brownlow heard her story over again from her own lips.
but some one else was there, too, hidden behind a pillar, where he could hear every word she said, and this listener was a spy of fagin's.
nancy had cried so much and acted so strangely that the old jew had grown suspicious and had set some one to watch her. and who do you suppose this spy was? no other than the cowardly apprentice who had bullied oliver until he ran away from the undertaker's house. the apprentice had finally run away, too, had come to london and begun a[pg 71] wicked life. he was too big a coward to rob any one but little children who had been sent to the shop to buy something, so fagin had given him spying work to do, and in this, being by nature a sneak, he proved very successful.
the spy lay hid till he had heard all nancy said; then he slipped out and ran as fast as his legs would carry him back to fagin. the latter sent for bill sikes, knowing him to be the most brutal and bloodthirsty ruffian of all, and told him what nancy had done.
the knowledge, as the jew expected, turned sikes into a demon. he rushed to where nancy lived. she had returned and was asleep on her couch, but she woke as he entered, and saw by his face that he meant to murder her. through all her evil career nancy had been true to sikes and would not have betrayed him. but he would not listen now, though she pleaded with him pitifully to come with her to some foreign country (as miss rose had begged her to do), where they might both lead better lives. fury had made him mad. as she clung to his knees, he seized a heavy club and struck her down.
so poor nancy died, with only time for a feeble prayer to god for mercy.
of all bad deeds that sikes had ever done, that was the worst. the sun shone through the window and lit the room where nancy lay. he tried to shut it out, but he could not. he grew suddenly[pg 72] afraid. horror came upon him. he crept out of the room, locked the door behind him, and plunged into the crowded street.
he walked for miles and miles, here and there, without purpose. whichever way he went he could not rid himself of that horror. when night came he crawled into a disused shed, but he could not sleep. whenever he closed his eyes he seemed to see nancy's eyes looking at him. he got up and wandered on again, desperately lonely for some one to talk to.
he heard a man telling another about the murder as he read the account in a newspaper, and knew that he must hide. he hastened then to a den he knew in a house beside the river, dirty and dismal and the haunt of thieves. some of his old companions were there, but even they shrank from him.
he had been seen to enter the place, however, and in a few minutes the street was full of people, all yelling for his capture. he barred the doors and windows, but they began to break down the shutters with sledge-hammers.
he ran to the roof with a rope, thinking to let himself down on the side next the river and so escape. here he fastened one end of the rope to the chimney, and, making a loop in the other end, put it over his head.
just at that instant he imagined he saw nancy's eyes again looking at him. he staggered back in terror, missed his footing, and fell over the edge of[pg 73] the roof. he had not had time to draw the noose down under his arms, so that it slipped up around his neck, and there he hung, dead, with a broken neck.
meanwhile mr. brownlow had acted very quickly, so that monks had got no warning. he had had men watching for the latter and now, having found out all he wanted to know, he had him seized in the street, put into a coach and driven to his office, where he brought him face to face with oliver.
the old gentleman told monks he could do one of two things: either he could confess before witnesses the whole infamous plot he had framed against oliver, and so restore to him his rights and name, or else he could refuse, in which case he would at once be arrested and sent to prison. seeing that mr. brownlow knew all about the part he had played, monks, to save himself, made a full confession—how he had planned to keep his half-brother from his inheritance. and he also confessed what no one there had guessed: that miss rose, who had been adopted in her infancy, was really the sister of oliver's dead mother—his aunt, indeed. this was the happiest of all oliver's surprises that day, for he had learned to love miss rose very dearly.
monks thus bought his own freedom, and cheap enough he probably thought it, for before he had finished his story, word came that fagin the jew had been captured by the police and was to be tried without delay for his life.
oliver no longer had anything to fear, and came into possession of his true name and his fortune. mr. brownlow adopted him as his own son, and moved to the village where oliver had been cared for in the family of miss rose, and where they all lived happily ever afterward.
the company of thieves was broken up with fagin's arrest. fagin himself was found guilty, and died on the gallows shrieking with fear. monks sailed for america, where he was soon detected in crime and died in prison.
the wicked apprentice, who had been the real cause of poor nancy's murder, was so frightened at the fate of fagin that he reformed and became a spy for the police, and by his aid the artful dodger, who continued to pick pockets, soon found himself in jail.
as for mr. and mrs. bumble, they, of course, lost their positions, and sank from bad to worse till they finally became paupers and were sent to the very same poorhouse where they had tortured little oliver twist.
