Then he folded his papers, replaced them in his wallet, wiped his glasses, shot his cuffs, hoped we'd find Hynds House all we'd hoped, hoped the town would be to our liking, hoped he could be of further service to us, bowed creakily, and took his departure.
"A Woman Named Smith"
Marie Conway Oemler
Turnbull sat up creakily, rubbing his arms.
"Dead Giveaway"
Gordon Randall Garrett
They got into a small round elevator and Ringg punched buttons; it began to rise, slowly and creakily, toward the top.
"The Colors of Space"
Marion Zimmer Bradley