While the papers did not give her name, a small account of the dreadful woman, with her child at her side, and found drunk in the streets, gave a slight vision of some of the other half in New York of whom so little is known by those living in luxury. But the description of the child and the woman and especially the trinket found in the woman’s fingers, which it was supposed she had stolen, made George seek Nathans. “I believe that this woman is that Annie Standish,” cried he, “and you must find out. I believe the old man is on his last legs. He will have no opportunity to see his daughter. Now then, if this is she, then we must get the child, and do away with it, and I think the mother has consumption. Now then, you can work in that little thief Farren, can’t you?” “How?” “Give him a thousand dollars for kidnapping the child. Buy off some of the guards to allow him to get away by the river, and then impress upon his mind that if the child is the same he is to see that it falls into the water. It won’t be missed. He regains his freedom and a thousand, and future help if he needs it.” The pawnbroker thought for a long time. “What do I get out of all this?” he asked, squinting his eye at his companion. “I must know this.” “Oh, you’ll have enough. Don’t fear.” “Then, tell me now,” said Nathans. “Five thousand.” “Five thousand?” ejaculated the broker. “Do all the dirty work for you and get a paltry five thousand out of a clean two million? You must think that I am a fool. I’ve loaned you more than that in clean cold cash.” “Of course, I understand that I should return that also.” The broker walked away. “I want nothing to do with your scheme.” “Then, tell me what you do want,” said George almost pleadingly. “Half.” “Half! My heavens, man, that is a fortune.” “I know, and you will have one, too. I don’t intend you to get the cream and leave me the skim milk.” “Then, if you will drive such a hard bargain, come back, and half is agreed.” The broker chuckled softly. “That is more like it,” said he. “Then you will see the boy,” asked George as he pulled his collar up tightly about his neck. “Yes,” and true to his promise the Jew crossed the river and presented himself at the prison door. “May I see a young man in whom I am interested by the name of Farren? He was put in for theft.” “And a bird he is, too,” said the officer in charge. “Let me see, do I know you?” hesitated the Jew, looking into the officer’s face. “I guess you do, Mr. Nathans, for I am the man that took the sailor and Jim from your shop. My partner is here, too, Arkwright, only he is too darn nice to live. I wouldn’t want to ask him to do a job for me if I wanted one done.” And the officer winked his eye laughingly. After the thick-headed Jew had gotten it through his brains what it meant, he was glad that the man had given him this hint, for had he not come to try to bribe Arkwright, but this timely hint was enough, so he said: