"The shape of the lock," she echoed, something clicking in her mind. "I picked a lock once, but it was to the kind of door that uses skeleton keys, and.... Do you think that's the sort of key gates use? If it is... I have the key to the attic back home."

She reached into the folds of her skirt and pulled up a key tied to her belt loop by a long strand of black ribbon. "I have it for safe keeping, so my stepmother doesn't mess with anything up there."