"These young men--they know it," she went on. "There's Mr. Hyam, from opposite, and the two Solomons. But I don't like them--they're too clumsy. I like you." He held her hand tighter. She presented for his examination her fingers, exposing a very large and brilliant ring and a massive gold bracelet. "I love jewellery," she confided. "Isn't that beautiful? Some day you give me a ring, eh, and I wear it--which finger you like me to wear it on?" "Some day," he promised, "when I am earning a little more, I will give you a jewel that will make all the girls in your workshop mad with envy." "If you want to earn more money," she asked, "why do you work for grandfather? All the young men make jokes about him. He never pays anyone half what they are worth." Harvey Grimm nodded mysteriously. "You wait," he told her. "I never stay long anywhere. I am a journeyman repairer. I earn more money that way. I have about finished here now." "To-night," the girl whispered, "you take me to a cinema palace. There's a fine one at the corner of the street. If you like," she added with a sigh, "I pay for my own seat." He hesitated for a moment. Then he smiled. "We will start directly these men have gone," he promised, "and I will pay for both." "That is better," she acquiesced, with an air of relief. "It is always better for the gentleman to pay. Tell me," she went on, a little abruptly, "what do they look for, these men? They are a long time in the workshop." "It is always the same," he told her. "Wherever I go, I find it. There are always robberies, day by day, up in the West End, and they think there is nowhere else the stones can be brought and sold but in this neighbourhood. Every little jeweller's shop from here to the far end of the Mile End Road is ransacked. This is the second time they have visited us." "Then they are very foolish people," Rosa declared. "Grandfather wouldn't buy anything that was stolen. He is too nervous. He has no courage. Yet," she went on thoughtfully, "if he is really as rich as they say he is, one wonders how he makes it all out of this poky little shop." Harvey Grimm nodded his head many times in wise fashion. "A very clever man, Abraham Letchowiski," he declared. "Oh, I know many things! Those brooches he sells hundreds of at a shilling each--they cost one halfpenny. The engagement rings with the rubies or sapphires--you take your choice--nine shillings he charges for those, tenpence halfpenny they cost him. Money comes soon when one can persuade people to buy. Then he lends money everywhere, when it is safe. Many of these tradespeople in the street owe him money. Hush! They are coming back. After the cinema, perhaps, we have a little supper together, eh?" She hugged his arm affectionately, which was precisely what he meant her to do. The entrance of the three men found them engaged in amorous whisperings. Brodie scarcely glanced in their direction. He was frowning sullenly.