Bill reappeared, carrying the bar.
“Now get back from the door, Terry,” he cautioned. “I’m going to have a go at it with this.”
He placed the end of the crowbar through the grating and behind the steel disk which held the lock. Then he shoved it forward and sideways until that end was jammed between the inner edge of the door and the frame.
“Lend me a hand, please, Dorothy, and we’ll see what a bit of leverage will do.”
Together they seized the crowbar and pulled. There was a sharp snap and the door flew open.
“Good enough!” cried Terry. He sprang into the corridor and grasped their hands.
“You said it,” laughed Bill. “That’s the second time this bar has come in handy since we started this job. If we ever get out of here I’m going to keep it as a souvenir.”
“I’ll take the diamonds,” Dorothy added enthusiastically.
“What’s on deck now?” inquired Terry.
Bill grew suddenly serious.