Young Kipling Wiley silently inserted the key, and turned the knob with the greatest of caution. As he closed the door behind him, it gave only the merest hint of a squeak. Kipling mentally congratulated himself on the mouse-like quiet of his entrance, and then started across the floor on tip-toe.
Manuscripts: Vol. 4
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Available at: https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol4/iss2/16