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The tumbler in a cheap lock is nothing but a rocker, Tom Twyford had said, seesawing his hand to demonstrate. Written on the label was the word Betadine. He cringed back from her. "Would you like to read it as I go along? ""What? Once he would have sworn it was so that hole had been as big as the bore of the Lincoln Tunnel. He paused to adjust the creases of his khaki uniform pants and thirty yards away a man with blue eyes bulging from his white and whiskery old-man's face sat staring at him from behind a window, moaning through closed lips, hands rattling, uselessly on a board laid across the arms of a wheelchair. What can you say?