The wife, however, soon wearied of the splendor of her home, for she kept continually thinking about the little room at the end of the long gallery on the first floor.  The more she thought about it the more curious she became, and finally, forgetting her good manners, she left her guests, slipped silently away from them, and in her excitement nearly fell the whole length of the secret stairway that led to the long gallery.  Her courage did not fail her till she reached the door of the little room.  Then she remembered how false she was to her trust, and hesitated.  Her conscience, however, was soon silenced by her curiosity, and with a beating heart and trembling hand she pushed the little key into the lock, and the door flew open.

The shutters of the window in the little room were closed, and at first she could see nothing; but as her eyes became accustomed to the dim light she saw that clotted blood covered the floor, and that hanging from the walls by their long hair were the bloody heads of Bluebeard’s other wives, while on the floor lay their dead bodies.

When the young wife realized at what she was looking, the key fell from her shaking hand, her heart stopped beating, and she almost fell to the floor in horror and amazement.  Recovering herself after a while, she stooped and picked up the key, locked the door and hurried back to her chamber.  In vain she tried to compose herself and meet her guests again.  She was too frightened to control herself, and when she looked at the little key of that awful little room at the end of the long gallery on the first floor, she saw that it was stained with blood.  She wiped the key and wiped it, but the blood would not come off.  She washed it, and scrubbed it with sand and freestone and brick dust, but the blood would not come off; or, if she did succeed in cleaning one side and turned the key over, there was blood on the other side, for it was a magic key which a fairy friend of Bluebeard’s had given him.

That night the wife was terrified to hear Bluebeard returning, though she tried to welcome him with every show of delight and affection.  He explained his sudden change of plans by saying that he had met a friend on the road who told him that it was unnecessary for him to make the long journey, as the business he was intending to transact had been all done.

It was a very unhappy night she passed, but Bluebeard said nothing to disturb her until morning, and then he presently asked her for his keys.  She gave them to him, but her hand trembled like an old woman’s.  Bluebeard took the keys and looked them over carelessly.

“I see the key of the little room at the end of the long gallery on the first floor is not with the others.  Where is it?”

“It must have fallen off in the drawer where I kept the keys,” she said.

“Please get it for me at once,” said Bluebeard, “as I wish to go to the room.”

The wife, as white as a sheet, and almost too faint to walk, went back to her chamber and returned, saying she could not find the key.