“That’s the key to the dining room pantry at my mother’s house,” I said.

Brenda looked from the brass key up to my face.

“At six o’clock on Christmas Eve, my sister Caroline locked Lucy inside that pantry,” I said.

“They locked a six-year-old inside a closet?” Mr.

Vance asked.

“Caroline claimed Lucy touched a dessert fork before grace was said,” I said.

“My mother told me Lucy was being disciplined.”

“How did you get the key?” Mrs.