This was already three-quarters open, and swung outward into the bedroom, near the lower end of the room by the window.

Through the crack of the door by the hinges, Jimmie Dale flashed his light, testing the radius of vision, pushed the door a few inches wider open, tested it again with the flashlight--and retreated back into No.

148, closing the door on his side until it was just ajar.
He stood there then silently waiting.

It was Hamvert's room next door, and Hamvert and the Weasel were already late.

A step sounded outside in the corridor.