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They
cursed
their
way
through
the
featureless
corridors
and
finally
hit-and-missed
their
way
into
the
short
passage
to
the
air
lock
.
Donovan
stiffened
,
"
Did
you
lock
this
thing
,
Greg
?
"
"
No
,
I
never
touched
it
.
Yank
the
lever
,
will
you
?
"
The
lever
never
budged
,
though
Donovan
's
face
twisted
appallingly
with
exertion
.
Powell
said
,
"
I
did
n't
see
any
emergency
exits
.
If
something
's
gone
wrong
here
,
they
'll
have
to
melt
us
out
.
"
"
Yes
,
and
we
've
got
to
wait
until
they
find
out
that
some
fool
has
locked
us
in
here
,
"
added
Donovan
,
frantically
.
"
Let
's
get
back
to
the
room
with
the
port
.
It
's
the
only
place
from
which
we
might
attract
attention
.
"
But
they
did
n't
.
In
that
last
room
,
the
port
was
no
longer
blue
and
full
of
sky
.
It
was
black
,
and
hard
yellow
pin-point
stars
spelled
space
.
There
was
a
dull
,
double
thud
,
as
two
bodies
collapsed
separately
into
two
chairs
.
