The Monticellonian., 1915-05-27

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 It was just about big enough to get through, but he managed to grope along it.
 The minutes passed as the police man and l watched our prisoner in the cellar by the tube I looked anxiously at my watch.
 "Craigi" l shouted at last, unable to control my fears for him.
 No answer
 By this time Craig had come to a small, open chamber into which the viaduct widened On the wall he found another series of iron rungs, up which he climbed. The gas was terrible.
 As he neared the top of the ladder he came to shelflike aperture in the was horribly dark. He reached out and felt piece of cloth Anxiously he pulled on it. Then he reached further 1 into the darkness.
 There was Elaine, unconscious, ap- parently dead. In desperation Craig carried her down the ladder
 With our prisoner we could only look helplessly around
 By George, I'm going down after him." cried in desperation.
 Don't do it. advised the police man. You'll never get out"
 One whiff of the horrible gas told me that he was right
 Listen, said the policeman.
 There was, indeed, faint noise from the black depths below us. A rope alongside the rough ladder began to move, as though some one was pulling it taut He gazed down.
 Craig, Craig!' I called. "Is that you2"
 No answer But the rope still moved Perhaps the helmet made it impossible for him to hear.
 He had struggled back in the swirl i ing current almost exhausted by his helpless burden Holding Elaine's head above the surface of the water and pulling on the rope 10 attract my attention he could neither hear nor shout He had taken turn of the rope about Elaine. I tried pulling on it. There was something heavy on the other end. and I kept on pulling.
 At last I could make out Kennedy dimly mounting the ladder. The weight was the unconscious body of Elaine which he steadied as he mount ed the ladder. I tugged harder and he slowly came up.
 Together. at last, the policeman and I reached down and pulled them out.
 We placed Elaine on the cellar floor, as comfortably as was possible, and the policeman began his first aid mo- tions for resuscitation.
 "No-no!" cried Kennedy Not here-take her up where the air is fresher."
 With his revolver still drawn to overawe the prisoner, the policeman forced him to aid us in carrying her up the rickety flight of cellar steps. Kennedy followed quickly, unserewing the oxygen helmet as he went.
 In the deserted living room we de- posted our senseless burden. while Kennedy, the helmet off now, bent over her.
 "Quick-quick, he cried to the off cer. An ambulance!"
 But the prisoner" the policeman indicated
 "Hurry-hurry; I'll take care of him." urged Craig, seizing the police mans pistol and thrusting it into his | DOckat ofyVa1far heln mo
 He was trying the ordinary methods of resuscitatien. Meanwhile the off cer had hurried out. seeking the near est telephone, while We worked madly i to bring Elaine back.
 Again and again Kennedy bent and outstretched her arms, trying to in- duce respiration again. So busy was I that for the moment I forgot our | prisoner.
 1 But Dan had seen his chance. 1 Noiselessly he picked up the old chair l in the room and with it raised was ap- preaching Kennedy to knock him out.
 Before I knew 1t myself Kennedy l had heard him. With a half instinc- tive motion he drew the revolver from | HIS pOChtl anu, dlluOsI pcAolS COuiu see it, had shot the man. Without a word he returned the gun to his pock- ct and again bent over Elaine, without so much as look at the crook, who sank to the floor. dropping the chair from his nerveless hands.
 Already the policeman had got an ambulance, which was now tearing i along to us.
 Frantically Kennedy was working.
 A moment he paused and looked at me-hopeless.
 Just then, outside, we could hear the ambulance, and doctor and two