Boston Jacky: Being An Account Of The Further Adventures Of Jacky Faber, Taking Care Of Business - Plot & Excerpts
I ask, leaning back in my chair in front of Ezra Pickering’s desk. “I assume you were able to dispose of it in a discreet fashion? I’m sure that the gold was no problem, but were you able to fence the jewels to our benefit?” “Yes, Miss, I was . . . though your use of ‘fence’ is not one with which I am familiar. Perhaps it is one of your colorful Cockney terms?” “Right you are, Ezra. I heard it from Fagin, himself, back in Cheapside. If you wanted something chancy sold, he was your man.” “Ah well, yes, there are several jewel merchants, all of a Hebraic persuasion here in Boston, and they were most avid in examining the collection, a loupe to every eye. I perceived them to be honest brokers, and since their business was global in nature, very few questions were asked.” “And that is good, Ezra, as the rather fierce eye of the British Lion seems to be forever trained upon my poor and innocent self.” That gets a short bark of a laugh from my dear Mr. Pickering as he leans down to pull open a drawer.
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