CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
Mary pulled her document trunk across the desk to better view its contents by the light of the window. The clear morning promised a pleasant day ahead. If Polidori was not called off by the gendarmerie, she was determined to rent a cabriolet and explore the hamlets of the Haut above Montreux.
She extracted the skeleton key from the carved filigree emblem of the trunk and inserted its bow into the slim gap above with an audible click. She turned the shaft until it fell free and the two smaller keys were exposed, then inserted them into the almost invisible holes in the top front corners. Mary felt the click-click-click of the lock’s inner workings, as the bolts jerked across distinct furrows within their wooden and metal casings.
And then both keys would turn no more.
