Arthur put his key into the top cylinder while I put mine into the bottom one.

I turned my wrist to the right and felt the heavy iron tumblers slide into place.

The heavy metal door of safe deposit box thirty-two clicked shut inside the bank vault.

I pulled into the concrete driveway at ten o’clock on Thursday morning.

The autumn wind was blowing dry oak leaves across the lawn and piling them against the front porch steps.

Before I could turn off the engine, Mark walked out the side door of the garage.