but he hoped his smile in return told her that , even if not the book stall , then there would be something . the spider was already a ways down toward where the tree had broken through the floor . hanging from the lid was a shiny silver key . i used to be something special , though . '' `` who did you say this belonged to ? '' on the massive iron doors next to them hung a huge lock . to do the right thing , no matter the personal cost . 