“Oh, I should like it of all things, if I did not come between anybody else. But come, come!” added the hypocrite, assuming a tone of friendly persuasion, “you won’t be such a blockhead, Franklin, as to lose going to the play for nothing; it’s only just obstinacy. What harm can it do, to lend Mr. Corkscrew the key for five minutes? he’ll give it to you back again safe and sound.” “I don’t doubt _that_,” answered Franklin. “Then it must be all because you don’t wish to oblige Mr. Corkscrew.” “No, but I can’t oblige him in this; for, as I told you before, my mistress trusted me. I promised never to let the key out of my own hands, and you would not have me break my trust. Mr. Spencer told me _that_ was worse than _robbing_.” At the word _robbing_ both Corkscrew and Felix involuntarily cast down their eyes, and turned the conversation immediately, saying, that he did very right; that they did not really want the key, and had only asked for it just to try if he would keep his word. “Shake hands,” said Corkscrew, “I am glad to find you out to be an honest fellow!” “I am sorry you did not think me an honest fellow before, Mr. Corkscrew,” said Franklin, giving his hand rather proudly, and he walked away. “We shall make no hand of this prig,” said Corkscrew. “But we’ll have the key from him in spite of all his obstinacy,” said Felix; “and let him make his story good as he can afterwards. He shall repent of these airs. To-night I’ll watch him, and find out where he hides the key; and when he’s asleep we’ll get it without thanking him.” This plan Felix put into execution. They discovered the place where Franklin kept the key at night, stole it whilst he slept, took off the impression in wax, and carefully replaced it in Franklin’s trunk, exactly where they found it. Probably our young readers cannot guess what use they could mean to make of this impression of the key in wax. Knowing how to do mischief is very different from wishing to do it: and the most innocent persons are generally the least ignorant. By means of the impression, which they had thus obtained, Corkscrew and Felix proposed to get a false key made by Picklock, a smith who belonged to their gang of house-breakers; and with this false key knew they could open the door whenever they pleased. Little suspecting what had happened, Franklin, the next morning went to unlock the house door, as usual; but finding the key entangled in the lock, he took it out to examine it, and perceived a lump of wax sticking in one of the wards. Struck with this circumstance, it brought to his mind all that had passed the preceding evening, and being sure that he had no wax near the key, he began to suspect what had happened; and he could not help recollecting what he had once heard Felix say, that “give him but a halfpenny worth of wax, and he could open the strongest lock that ever was made by hands.”