Kittel's death and inheritance.

Dr. Kittel died a natural death in November of that year when his friend, the parish priest in Jablonec. It is said that Dr. Kittel was blind several years before his death. Shortly before his death, bells were added to the (Šumburk) church tower (1783). When they were ready to be cast, Kittel let them reach, touched them, and tears of joy began to run down from his eyes, which had lost their ability to perceive daylight.

Kittel's funeral brought together his numerous children and almost all relatives, found a rich treat and everyone took something in memory. Among the relatives there was also a locksmith named Elias Kittel, simply a "stupid locksmith," who was constantly in conflict with the nobility and refused to pay taxes.

He wanted to take a particularly valuable item as a reminder, so he swept through the rooms hoping to find the Great Book in which the secret art would be recorded, or at least the Coat on which Kittel was said to have made many air journeys. But books, as is known Kittel burned in his brother, so that they could not bring any more people in misfortune. Whether the coat would still be available to anyone could not say for sure, because no one actually knew it with confidence. Finally, the locksmith in the attic found a coat in the same conviction that the wanted one should be, wrapped it tightly together, then quickly ordered and set off on his way to his home in Jablonec.

When he reached the heights of the so-called Cross Stones, he tossed his coat off, lit a pipe before he began unpacking it. Though he flipped his coat over himself, stood on it and turned to all directions, the coat didn't want to get up in the air. Only then did he realize that he did not know the necessary magic formula, and from that he fell in mind.

He tied his coat into a roll again and wanted to go further when the folded paper suddenly fell out of his coat and was immediately blown away by the wind. He struggled to catch up with the paper, grabbing it immediately, and yet, even if he had it, was angry when he saw only a few pencil-written words whose meaning he couldn't put together, because the art of reading and writing was. He already wanted to tear that piece of paper out of anger when a great herd came from somewhere in his back and an invisible voice called - fool!

He was staring at once when he recognized Kittel's voice to his horror. So he tucked the paper and wandered home with superstitious thoughts. Other times he sought out the paper with unintelligible characters and got a salvation thought. Had he gone to a executioner who knew the same words? Immediately he set out on a trip to Zittau, a local executioner, who was said to have knowledge of secret teachings…

But it was regrettable, but the paper contained only some recipe. But it was written that it was not easy to read it. At that time, funts and lots and brands were used as units of measure, in which only Kittel and the devil were confident:

Who knows what the executioner read and the blacksmith produced, some ingredients were even originally poisonous. Today, therefore, for the manufacture of locksmith ointment is used modified composition without undesirable toxic components, which contains:

Oleum arborum (clear olive oil)
Sulfuris praecipui rubri
Natural yellow wax

The legend of the locksmith ointment according to Friedrich Maschek, Doctor Kittel. Eine Nordböhmische Faustsag,