"Do the reptiles come up the river into the city?" asked Bradley.
"The water is too cold--they never leave the warm water of the great
pool," replied An-Tak.
"Let us search for the way out," suggested Bradley.
An-Tak shook his head. "I have searched for it all these moons," he
said. "If I could not find it, how would you?"
Bradley made no reply but commenced a diligent examination of the walls
and floor of the room, pressing over each square foot and tapping with
his knuckles. About six feet from the floor he discovered a
sleeping-perch near one end of the apartment. He asked An-Tak about
it, but the Galu said that no Weiroo had occupied the place since he
had been incarcerated there. Again and again Bradley went over the
floor and walls as high up as he could reach. Finally he swung himself
to the perch, that he might examine at least one end of the room all
the way to the ceiling.
In the center of the wall close to the top, an area about three feet
square gave forth a hollow sound when he rapped upon it. Bradley felt
over every square inch of that area with the tips of his fingers. Near
the top he found a small round hole a trifle larger in diameter than
his forefinger, which he immediately stuck into it. The panel, if such
it was, seemed about an inch thick, and beyond it his finger
encountered nothing. Bradley crooked his finger upon the opposite side
of the panel and pulled toward him, steadily but with considerable
force. Suddenly the panel flew inward, nearly precipitating the man to
the floor. It was hinged at the bottom, and when lowered the outer
edge rested upon the perch, making a little platform parallel with the
floor of the room.
Beyond the opening was an utterly dark void. The Englishman leaned
through it and reached his arm as far as possible into the blackness
but touched nothing. Then he fumbled in his haversack for a match, a
few of which remained to him. When he struck it, An-Tak gave a cry of
terror. Bradley held the light far into the opening before him and in
its flickering rays saw the top of a ladder descending into a black
abyss below. How far down it extended he could not guess; but that he
should soon know definitely he was positive.
"You have found it! You have found the way out!" screamed
Writing out an ad, he reviewed it carefully, compared it with others that he saw upon the printed page, made a few changes, rewrote it, and then descended to the lobby, where he called a cab and was driven to the office of one of the area's.Page 8
I understand that there are three million people here in Chicago.Page 13
"This town is slower than I thought it was," he mused.Page 14
The mail-order proposition, while possibly more interesting, struck him as being too trifling and unimportant.Page 17
JIMMY LANDS ONE.Page 22
come to consider as his life work--the answering of blind ads in the Help Wanted columns of one morning and one evening paper--the two mediums which seemed to carry the bulk of such advertising.Page 27
Gad! but it's beastly that a regular life-sized man should be selling stockings to women for a living, or rather for a fraction of a living.Page 36
"Don't keep me guessing any longer.Page 39
How did you come to know him?" "Oh, that's a long story," said the Lizard.Page 45
"I'll get you for this, young feller!" he yelled.Page 61
Now, what arrangement can we make?" Jimmy had given the matter of pay considerable thought, but the trouble was that he did not know what an efficiency expert might be expected to demand.Page 66
"Didn't I see ye flag this guy whin he came in?" "This young lady is a friend of mine," said Jimmy.Page 79
"Very well," she replied; "I shall tell father when he returns to this room just what I know of you.Page 82
Elizabeth, can't you make your father realize that he ought to get rid of the man, that he ought to leave things to me instead of trusting an absolute stranger?" "I have," replied the girl, "and he was on the point of doing it until Torrance told him this story.Page 87
"Wait; I'll have him in," and he pressed a button on his desk.Page 88
They were in the small office on which Compton's and Bince's offices opened, and Jimmy had stopped beside the desk that had been placed there for him.Page 89
"Where's de place?" "Dat I can't tell you until the day we're ready to pull off de job.Page 97
Then he was a sparring partner, I think they call it, for a prizefighter.Page 105
Daily he saw in the court-room the faces of the three girls who had entered so strangely into his life.Page 110
in my line, so I beats it out without crackin' the safe.