And this poor wife, distracted, picked the key up from the…

And this poor wife, distracted, picked the key up from the floor, All stained with blood; and with much fear she shut and locked the door. She tried in vain to clean the key and wash the stain away With sand and soap,—it was no use. Bluebeard came back that day; At once he asked her for the key,—he saw the bloody stain.—