The Bradys and the Girl Smuggler - or, Working for the Custom House by Francis Worcester Doughty
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"The car is holding, all right."
"Yes, but how are we to get out of it?" They were caught midway between the second and third floors. But the parting of the cable had been detected by the engineer and the conductor of an ascending car in the next shaft as the falling elevator flew down past him, and help was coming. As the news spread, people flocked out in the hall, filled with dread lest the two officers had been killed. They peered down the shafts through the grill work and when some saw the car, a shout of relief went up, and a man yelled at the Bradys: "Were you hurt?" "No. We are all right, so far." "Wait, and we'll have the car lowered." Up came men with ropes, and the end of a line was passed down from the floor above the car and Old King Brady made it fast. When the danger of the car falling was obviated, another gang secured the cut cable, passed it over the drum, brought it down to the roof of the car and spliced it to the piece remaining there. The elevator was then lowered to the ground floor and opening the door the |
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