Oliver woke up late the next morning.
The boys were not there.
But Fagin was sitting at the table.
In front of him was an open box.
The old man took a gold watch from the box.
He looked at it and smiled.
One by one, he held up rings, chains and jewels.
Very carefully, he put each one back in the box.
Suddenly, Fagin turned.
He grabbed a knife from the table and stood up quickly.
Fagin glared at Oliver.
"Why are you watching me?"
The old man cried.
"Did you see my pretty things?"
"Yes, sir
I'm very sorry, sir"
Oliver replied.
He was shaking with fear.
Fagin laughed and put down the knife.
"Theses pretty things are for my old age"
The old man said.
"I'm keeping them so I'll have some money when I'm old.
You won't say anything to the others, will you, my boy?"
"Oh no, sir"
Oliver replied.
"Then get up now"
Fagin said.
"Get washed.
There's water in a bowl by the door"
Oliver walked to the door.
When he turned back, the box of gold and jewels was gone.