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"
Don
’
t
try
to
open
that
door
,
Miss
Taggart
.
"
He
approached
her
,
his
steps
a
shade
too
slow
,
as
if
stressing
his
knowledge
of
her
awareness
of
every
step
.
"
No
amount
of
physical
force
will
do
it
,
"
he
said
.
"
Only
a
thought
can
open
that
door
.
If
you
tried
to
break
it
down
by
means
of
the
best
explosives
in
the
world
,
the
machinery
inside
would
collapse
into
rubble
long
before
the
door
would
give
way
.
But
reach
the
thought
which
it
requires
—
and
the
secret
of
the
motor
will
be
yours
,
as
well
as
"
—
it
was
the
first
break
she
had
heard
in
his
voice
—
"
as
well
as
any
other
secret
you
might
wish
to
know
.
"
He
faced
her
for
a
moment
,
as
if
leaving
himself
open
to
her
full
understanding
,
then
smiled
oddly
,
quietly
at
some
thought
of
his
own
,
and
added
,
"
I
’
ll
show
you
how
it
’
s
done
.
"
He
stepped
back
.
Then
,
standing
still
,
his
face
raised
to
the
words
carved
in
the
stone
,
he
repeated
them
slowly
,
evenly
,
as
if
taking
that
oath
once
more
.
There
was
no
emotion
in
his
voice
,
nothing
but
the
spaced
clarity
of
the
sounds
he
pronounced
with
full
knowledge
of
their
meaning
—
but
she
knew
that
she
was
witnessing
the
most
solemn
moment
it
would
ever
be
given
her
to
witness
,
she
was
seeing
a
man
’
s
naked
soul
and
the
cost
it
had
paid
to
utter
these
words
,
she
was
hearing
an
echo
of
the
day
when
he
had
pronounced
that
oath
for
the
first
time
and
with
full
knowledge
of
the
years
ahead
—
she
knew
what
manner
of
man
had
stood
up
to
face
six
thousand
others
on
a
dark
spring
night
and
why
they
had
been
afraid
of
him
,
she
knew
that
this
was
the
birth
and
the
core
of
all
the
things
that
had
happened
to
the
world
in
the
twelve
years
since
,
she
knew
that
this
was
of
far
greater
import
than
the
motor
hidden
inside
the
structure
—
she
knew
it
,
to
the
sound
of
a
man
’
s
voice
pronouncing
in
self
-
reminder
and
rededication
:
"
I
swear
by
my
life
.
.
.
and
my
love
of
it
.
.
.
that
I
will
never
live
for
the
sake
of
another
man
.
.
.
nor
ask
another
man
.
.
.
to
live
.
.
.
for
mine
.
"
It
did
not
startle
her
,
it
seemed
unastonishing
and
almost
unimportant
,
that
at
the
end
of
the
last
sound
,
she
saw
the
door
opening
slowly
,
without
human
touch
,
moving
inward
upon
a
growing
strip
of
darkness
.
In
the
moment
when
an
electric
light
went
on
inside
the
structure
,
he
seized
the
knob
and
pulled
the
door
shut
,
its
lock
clicking
sealed
once
more
.
"
It
’
s
a
sound
lock
,
"
he
said
;
his
face
was
serene
.
"
That
sentence
is
the
combination
of
sounds
needed
to
open
it
.
I
don
’
t
mind
telling
you
this
secret
—
because
I
know
that
you
won
’
t
pronounce
those
words
until
you
mean
them
the
way
I
intended
them
to
be
meant
.
"
She
inclined
her
head
.
"
I
won
’
t
.
"
