This key unlocks the lower left hand drawer of the sideboard in the dining room.
“Is that your aunt’s handwriting?”
“Yes.” Kitty looked as mystified as she felt. “Shall we go downstairs and look in the sideboard?”
“Of course.” As he spoke, Craige started for the door. It took them but a few minutes to reach the dining room, and it was with a sense of rising excitement that Kitty unlocked the “lower left hand drawer” of the sideboard.
“Good gracious! Another key!” she gasped, and held it up so that both men could read the tag tied to it.
The message ran:
This key unlocks the linen trunk in the attic.
“Upon my word your aunt outdid herself!” exclaimed Craige. “Come, Kitty, as long as we have started this investigation, we must complete it.”
Not having anticipated having to return to the top of the house, Rodgers had carefully put out all the lights, and relighting the gas jets delayed them somewhat. Kitty’s candle had almost burned itself out when they entered the cold and unfriendly attic. No gas pipes had been placed there, and Rodgers was thankful that his electric torch, which he carried when motoring at night, was in his pocket. By its rays Kitty recognized the old-fashioned brass-bound hair trunk in which her aunt had kept some precious pieces of hand woven linen.