The Bradys and the Girl Smuggler | Page 6

foot as far as Eighth avenue before they encountered a public hack and got in.
Instructing the driver to pursue the other vehicle, they were carried up to Fourteenth street, across town to Broadway and thence up to Twenty-third street.
La Croix's vehicle paused before the Fifth Avenue Hotel and he alighted.
"We were not misinformed about his address," commented Harry.
"No. He is probably going in there to meet the girl."
"Let's get out here at the Arch so as not to attract his attention."
"Very well. Be careful now."
They dismissed the cab and hurried into the hotel.
La Croix had disappeared from view and the detectives hastened to the office and said to the clerk:
"Got a party here named La Croix?"
"Yes, sir. They're in room 678. Wish to send up your name?"
"No," replied Old King Brady, with a smile, as he exhibited his badge.
"Oh," said the clerk, "detective, eh?"
"We're after La Croix. He's a crook."
"He is? What has he done?"
"Smuggler."
"I see. How about his wife and daughter?"
"They must be in his game too."
"Going to pull them in?"
"Probably. Is he in his room?"
"He just went up the stairs."
"I wish we could reach his apartments ahead of him."
"So you can by going up in the elevator. It's on the top floor."
"Well try it."
They hastened over to the elevators and found that the only one down was one which had no conductor in it. As they did not wish to lose time, they both got in, shut the door and pulled the wire cable.
Up they glided, story after story, without seeing him ascending the stairs.
He had gone up in an elevator from the floor above.
Above on the beams over the elevator shaft La Croix was crouching with a big hatchet in his hand, as he peered down at the people ascending in the cars.
He had detected them in pursuit and expecting trouble, he was waiting to give the detectives a warm reception. He evidently recognized them without their disguises.
As he caught view of his pursuers coming up in the car, he picked up the hatchet he had found lying on the beam.
Raising it above his head, he brought it down upon the cable by which the car was suspended, with all his strength.
The shock caused the Bradys to look up and they saw what he was doing.
Bang! went the keen blade upon the cable again where it crossed the wheel.
The weight of the car caused the wire rope to part where he cut it, and the elevator's ascent was checked.
It began to fall with the detectives in it.

CHAPTER IV.
THE CLEW IN THE BASIN.
A cry of alarm escaped Old King Brady when he saw the Frenchman.
"Harry," he gasped, "he is trying to kill us."
"There goes the cable!" muttered the boy, and a cold chill darted through him as he heard the ominous snap of the parting strands.
"The safety-clutch may save us, Harry."
"No! It don't work," groaned the boy as the car shot down.
A sickening sensation passed through the pair as the falling car went plunging down at lightning speed.
They expected to get dashed to death at the bottom as they went flying down past the different floors, and heard a fiendish chuckle from the Frenchman above their heads.
Like rats in a trap, the two detectives were held so they could do nothing to aid themselves.
All they could do was to wait for the final crash, and visions of the wrecked car and their bodies crushed to a pulp flashed across their minds.
The desperation of their situation was appalling.
The speed of their fall took their breath away and both instinctively grasped the sides of the car and clung to it tenaciously.
Down three stories they plunged.
Then there suddenly sounded a sharp "click."
The car paused, slid a few feet, then came to a sudden stop.
At the last moment the clutches flew out and tightened on the pilot rods, holding the falling car in midair.
The sudden stopping hurled the detectives to the floor, but they quickly scrambled to their feet, overjoyed at their salvation.
For an instant neither could speak.
To be so suddenly snatched from the very jaws of death was such a strain upon their nerves that they could hardly stand it.
Old King Brady was the first to recover, and glancing upward he saw that their enemy had disappeared from the beam overhead.
"By thunder!" he exclaimed. "La Croix is baffled!"
"I never expected such good luck," replied Harry, delightedly.
"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