You are in Hillsborough." This epigram put Cheetham in good humor with himself, and, when Henry told him he did not feel quite safe, even in his own forge, nor in his handling-room, and gave his reasons, "Oh," said cheerful Cheetham, "that is nothing.

Yours is a box-lock; the blackguard will have hid in the works at night, and taken the lock off, left his writing, and then screwed the lock on again: that is nothing to any Hillsborough hand.
But I'll soon stop that game.

Go you to Chestnut Street, and get two first-class Bramah locks.

There's a pocket knife forge upstairs, close to your handling-room.

I'll send the pocket-knife hand down-stairs, and you fasten the Bramah locks on both doors, and keep the keys yourself.
See to that now at once: then your mind will be easy.