“I’m too blooming clever for that, Charley; but if I am seen, how can any one blame you?”
“They’ll ask where you got the key.”
“I’d never tell in a thousand years.”
“Not even if you was arrested?”
“No.”
“You might be tried and sent to prison.”
“But I’d never blow, Charley. Give me the key before some one comes and sees us together.”
Still the boy hesitated.
“Swear you won’t squeal, no matter what happens.”
“I swear it.”