((The Mon/Wen/Fri Double -- page 1 of 2))
Hector only spared a quick glance around the dusty old antechamber before returning his eyes to his phone. After a while of silent browsing and considerable reading, he decided to share his findings.
'Hmm, I think that might've been what's called a "warded" lock.'
'And what is that?' said Garovel.
'Well, according to this website, it's a really old type of lock that doesn't get used much anymore because of a major design flaw.'
'Which is?'
'Skeleton keys,' said Hector. 'It says here that all you have to do is take a key that belongs to one warded lock, file down some of the bumpy parts, and then bam. It'll open any other warded lock you want. I think.'
'That's fascinating, Hector.'
'I can tell you really mean that and aren't being sarcastic at all.'
'Sorry,' said Garovel. 'I don't mean to be rude. I'm just a little preoccupied at the moment. Y'know, with trying to solve a case of multiple homicides.'
Hector put his phone away and started looking around more carefully. 'I still think that lock is weird.'
'Of course you do.'
'What if there's a reason why it's there?'
'A reason, huh?'
'Yeah. A reason it was never replaced with a more modern lock.'
'I dunno, Hector. Perhaps the owner just never got around to it.'
'But warded locks fell out of usage like 150 years ago or something. That would mean that EVERY owner since then never got around to it. And how many owners do you think this place has had?'
At that, the reaper actually stopped hovering and slowly turned to look at him. 'That is... a decent point, I suppose...'
'Right?' Hector couldn't conceal the smile that accompanied his sudden feeling of accomplishment. 'That lock might be an important clue!'
Garovel was looking more worried than intrigued, however.
Hector hadn't expected the reaper to share in his enthusiasm, but the expression on Garovel's skeletal face still caused him some concern. 'Something wrong?'
'...I hope not.' Garovel floated onward again. 'Let's just keep looking, for now.'
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