Then locks turned; a woman's face peered past the edge of the door.
It took too long to get the massive lock turned, and I always heard him coming.
I heard the locks turn, and the door slowly cracked open.
After a moment a light came on inside, a bolt was drawn back, a lock turned.
The lock turned again and my guard was with me.
On the third try, the lock turned, and Ryan pulled open the door.
Under the probing of a steel pick, the lock turned.
Is it a security lock and I'm not turning the key round enough?
The lock turned and the cabin door was flung open.
