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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Son of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs: inserted a slim, skeleton key in the lock of the door.
With deft fingers, long accustomed to the silent manipulation
of the bars and bolts that guarded other men's property, Condon
turned the key and the knob simultaneously. Gentle pressure
upon the door swung it slowly inward upon its hinges. The man
entered the room, closing the door behind him. The moon was
temporarily overcast by heavy clouds. The interior of the
apartment was shrouded in gloom. Condon groped his way toward
the bed. In the far corner of the room something moved--moved
with a silent stealthiness which transcended even the trained
silence of the burglar. Condon heard nothing. His attention
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