“Like Toby said, not all that much up here.” Xander commented. He turned and pointed to a beadboard wall at the far end of the attic. At one side was a door. “I’m guessing that’s the door to the western tower porch.”
Together they walked the length of the attic. Alex tried the knob, finding the door locked.
“I’ve got the house keys that Toby left in the kitchen,” Xander said. He fished in his pocket and pulled out a brass ring with three keys. One was a modern key, probably for the replaced lock on the back door. The other two were old-fashioned iron keys with elaborate brass terminals, one slightly larger than the other.
“I’m guessing that the larger one is for the front door. So let’s try this.” Alex plucked the keyring from Xander’s palm and fitted it into the keyhole. The latch clic
