This key," he added, taking it from the boy, "was purloined from me by your father, Jack.
What he intended to do with it is of little consequence now.

But before he suffered at Tyburn, he charged your mother to restore it.

She lost it in the Mint.

Jonathan Wild must have stolen it from her." "He must," exclaimed Jack, hastily; "but only let me have it till to-morrow, and if I don't entrap him in a snare from which, with all his cunning, he shall find it difficult to escape, my name's not Jack Sheppard." "I see through your design, Jack," returned the carpenter, gravely; "but I don't like under-hand work.

Even when you've a knave to deal with, let your actions be plain, and above-board.