Haggerty rose and went over to the window.

He picked up a bunch of keys, thirty or forty in all, on a ring, weighing a good pound.

The detective touched the throbbing bump and sensed a moisture; blood.

So this was the weapon?
He weighed the keys on his palm.

A long time since he had seen a finer collection of skeleton keys, thin and flat and thick and short, smooth and notched, each a gem of its kind.