And the Jew produced an old rag from which he took two keys. "Here they are," said he; "here are the keys, my man. I've got the key of the room too, and——"
"D—n the fellow!" cried Tzifra, grinning; "how in the devil's name did you get those keys?"
"I reconnoitred the place, saw the box, and knew it at once. Tengelyi bought it from one of our people in the market at Dustbury. He gave me the keys. The notary is at present at the election. We can do the job, and there is little danger."
"Aye!" said the robber; "let me see?"
"I won't!"
But Tzifra took the keys and put them into his pocket.
"So, now I don't want you. I can do it alone."
"Don't be a fool!" said the Jew; "what can you do with the keys?"
"Do?" cried Tzifra. "Go in and win! I'll have a hundred florins instead of five-and-twenty. I know that's the price which they offered."
"You're vastly clever, my friend. But do you happen to know the secret of the lock?"