Forgetting the strangeness of it all, Kingsley began to think of some way to get out of this trap. The shuttered windows, he discovered, were of tool steel and near to being impregnable even with the best of equipment, let alone his bare hands. The doors were steel-faced and sturdy. Yet he reasoned that a door between rooms might be less firm than those leading outside, and he determined to try.
The cupboards that lined one end of the room were locked, and they resisted the battering of three wrecked floor lamps and one ruined chair before he gave up. The door at the end of the room seemed likely, since he could not open the cupboards to find something useful in breaking out, so he inspected the door and shrugged. He could do no more than try, and if he failed he would have tried, at least.
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