MRS. ROBERTS: "Oh, do you remember it, Aunt Mary? Oh, how funny you
are!" Turning heroically to her husband: "Now, Edward, dear, get
them out. If it's necessary, get them out over my dead body.
Anything! Only hurry. I will be calm; I will be patient. But you
must act instantly. Oh, here comes Mr. Curwen!" MR. CURWEN mounts
the stairs to the landing with every sign of exhaustion, as if he had
made a very quick run to and from his house. "Oh, HE will help--I
know he will! Oh, Mr. Curwen, the elevator is caught just below here
with my aunt in it and Mrs. Miller's husband" -

LAWTON: "And my girl."

BEMIS: "And my boy."

MRS. CURWEN, calling up: "And your wife!"

CURWEN, horror-struck: "And my wife! Oh, heavenly powers! what are
we going to do? How shall we get them out? Why don't they come up?"

ALL: "They can't."

CURWEN: "Can't? Oh, my goodness!" He flies at the grating, and
kicks and beats it.

ROBERTS: "Hold on! What's the use of that?"

LAWTON: "You couldn't get at them if you beat the door down."

BEMIS: "Certainly not." They lay hands upon him and restrain him.