Waver immediately began to muck about in the pile to his right, searching for something slender. There might not be a keyhole, and if that was the case he needed something to wedge into a slim opening and lift the bottom upwards.

"Probably. I'm not seeing any indication that there's a keyhole on this side," he said.

Placing one palm on the now bare wood, he tried to wiggle the thing about, hoping for a thin piece of wood that hid such a keyhole to reveal itself. When it was clear nothing was going to do that, he began to pile the books aside.

"Likely over here then."