Henri knelt before the treasure box, holding the jingling bunch of keys between his eyes and the blaze of Reddy’s lantern.
“That looks like it would fit,” selecting a short key of heavy turn.
“But it don’t.”
Henri made another selection, with no better success.
“Try that one,” Reddy pointing to a rusty instrument in the bunch.
Reddy had hit the nail on the head.
That key turned, and the padlock tumbled into Henri’s hand.
Then he lifted the lid of the treasure chest!