The door, as revealed by the light, was of heavy oak. There was no
crack or crevice in it anywhere. Standing close to the door they
listened intently for any sound from the other side. Everything
was absolutely quiet. All that they could hear was their own
excited breathing.
Frank put his hand on the knob of the door and flashed a look of
mute inquiry at his comrades. They nodded understandingly, and
inch by inch Frank noiselessly drew the door open.
There was no light in the room beyond, but a ray from the electric
bulb outside fell on a row of bottles and retorts that indicated a
chemical laboratory.
Frank had drawn his flashlight from his section pocket and was
about to turn it upon the room, when suddenly the room became
radiant with a perfect flood of light. At the same time there was
the sound of a quick step in the hall beyond the room, the click
of a door knob, and Frank had just time to push the heavy oaken
door nearly to, when the further door opened and a man came into
the room.
Through the crack of the door Frank caught a glimpse of the man's
face and started back in surprise.
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