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Lance flung himself against the locked door. But since it opened towards him, there was no possibility of forcing it out. Like any living creature suddenly finding itself trapped, a panic seized him. He looked wildly around the room in search of a weapon to smash his way free. The luxurious library offered nothing. The door was of heavy mahogany.
Lance was filled with an unreasoning terror of the dead man who shared his prison. It seemed to him that the head of the sinister figure was nodding slightly, as if Jim Beardmore was laughing. Slinging the basket to one side, he turned the table upside down and, standing on it, wrenched violently at one of the legs. He was afraid to look at the dead man and afraid to turn his back on him.