either the locks were too large, or the key was too small, but at any rate it would not open any of them.
However, on the second time round, she came upon a low curtain she had not noticed before, and behind it was a little door about fifteen inches high: she tried the little golden key in the lock, and to her great delight it fitted!
There seemed to be no use in waiting by the little door, so she went back to the table, half hoping she might find another key on it, or at any rate a book of rules for shutting people up like telescopes: this time she found a little bottle on it, (‘which certainly was not here before,’ said Alice,) and round the neck of the bottle was a paper label, with the words ‘DRINK ME’ beautifully printed on it in large letters.
Just then her head struck against the roof of the hall: in fact she was now more than nine feet high, and she at once took up the little golden key and hurried off to the garden door.
the little door was shut again, and the little golden key was lying on the glass table as before, ‘and things are worse than ever,’ thought the poor child, ‘for I never was so small as this before, never!
HELMER'S and NORA'S voices are heard outside; a key is turned, and HELMER brings NORA almost by force into the hall.
He was searching his pockets for the key when someone passing said: “Good-night, Mister Sherlock Holmes.”
“Certainly,” said Holmes, stepping over and turning the key in the door.
But I think I have the key of the affair now.”
He slipped his key into the lock, and we all very quietly entered the cell.