Jack Sharkey, The man who was pale (1959)
“ She had to fumble with a ring of keys before she found the one that opened the stiff metal padlock on the cellar door. "Haven't been down here in months," she said with a little laugh, flicking on the lightswitch, and preceding him down the stairs. He followed wordlessly past the heaped cartons of odd bits of junk, past the furnace—unused during the summer months—and to a small room (really hardly more than a bin) at the rear of the cellar.Mrs. Tibbets reddened in embarrassment as she opened the crooked door of plain, unsanded boards. ”
