picklock

It appears to be a kind of picklock, an open sesame, Tanner—Tawno!

A picklock lay on the floor betraying how she had gained entrance in the night, and that was the only trace of her.

The picklock on the bedroom floor remained the one last useless trace of the Dream-Woman.

Beside me stood Picklock Holes, wrapped in a heavy, close-fitting fur moujik.

But when he was going to insert a picklock, the door opened and Abb Fortier appeared, with fiery eye and hair bristling.