“It was not.”
“Are you certain?”
“I am.”
“Now, was there anything peculiar about this key, either in size or shape?”
She strove to repress the sudden terror which this question produced, glanced carelessly around at the group of servants stationed at her back, and trembled. “It was a little different from the others,” she finally acknowledged.
“In what respect?”
“The handle was broken.”
“Ah, gentlemen, the handle was broken!” emphasized the coroner, looking towards the jury.
Mr. Gryce seemed to take this information to himself, for he gave another of his quick nods.
“You would, then, recognize this key, Miss Leavenworth, if you should see it?”