I make sure his car has left the garage and rush to the attic.

A wooden crib, a high chair, boxes of clothes, multiple drawings by my sister and only by my sister. For the moment, nothing to shed light on my lantern. Then, after three-quarters of an hour rummaging through the dusty boxes, a small black trunk caught my eye. I twist to grab her from the last shelf of a shelf. Heck, it's padlocked! Well, it's not a small piece of brass that will extinguish my curiosity. I storm out of the attic and head for my father's workshop in search of wire cutters. Once the tool in...