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. "Well?" Jim sneered to his brother. "You see?"
Joe shrugged. "O.K., you win. Let's go down."
"Wait a little," Hugh pleaded. "The second door back the handle seemed to turn a little. Let's try it again."
"I'm afraid it's useless," Jim commented. But Joe said, "Oh, all right, as long as we're here."
Bobo tried again, wedging his shoulder under the lever and pushing from his knees. The lever gave suddenly, but the door did not open. "He's broken it," Joe announced.
"Yeah," Hugh acknowledged. "I guess that's that." He placed his hand against the door. It swung open easily.
The door did not lead to outer space, which was well for the three, for nothing in their experience warned them against the peril of the outer vacuum. Instead a very short and narrow vestibule led them to another door which was just barely ajar. The door stuck on its hinges, but the fact that it was slightly ajar prevented it from binding anywhere else. Perhaps the last man to use it left it so as a precaution against the metal surfaces freezing together, but no one would ever know.
Bobo's uncouth strength opened it easily. Another door lay six feet beyond. "I don't understand this," complained Jim as Bobo strained at the third door. "What's the sense in an endless series of doors?"
"Wait and find out," advised his brother.
Beyond the third door lay, not another door, but an apartment, a group of compartments, odd ones, small, crowded together and of unusual shapes
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