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for the excellent reason that he had not been woken up. Constant practice enabled him to do this sort of work without breaking his slumber. His brain, if you could call it that, was working automatically. He had shut up the gate with a clang and was tugging sluggishly at the correct rope, so that the lift was going slowly up instead of retiring down into the basement, but he was not awake.

Sally and the red-haired young man sat side by side on the small seat, watching their conductor's efforts. After the first spurt, conversation had languished. Sally had nothing of immediate interest to say, and her companion seemed to be one of these strong, silent men you read about. Only a slight snore from Jules broke the silence.

At the third floor Sally leaned forward and prodded Jules in the lower ribs. All through her stay at Roville, she had found in dealing with the native population that actions spoke louder than words. If she wanted anything in a restaurant or at a shop, she pointed; and, when she wished the lift to stop, she prodded the man in charge. It was a system worth a dozen French conversation books.

Jules brought the machine to a halt: and it was at this point that he should have done the one thing connected with his professional activities which he did really wellโ€”the opening, to wit, of the iron cage. There are ways of doing this. Jules' was the right way. He was accustomed to do it with a flourish, and generally remarked โ€œV'la!โ€ in a modest but self-congratulatory voice as though he would have liked to see another man who could have put through a job like that. Jules' opinion was that he might not be much to look at, but that he could open a lift door.

To-night, however, it seemed as if even this not very exacting feat was beyond his powers. Instead of inserting his key in the lock, he stood staring in an attitude of frozen horror. He was a man who took most things in life pretty seriously, and whatever was the little difficulty just now seemed to have broken him all up.

โ€œThere appears,โ€ said Sally, turning to her companion, โ€œto be a hitch. Would you mind asking what's the matter? I don't know any French myself except 'oo la la!'โ€

The young man, thus appealed to, nerved himself to the task. He eyed the melancholy Jules doubtfully, and coughed in a strangled sort of way.

โ€œOh, esker... esker vous...โ€

โ€œDon't weaken,โ€ said Sally. โ€œI think you've got him going.โ€

โ€œEsker vous... Pourquoi vous ne... I mean ne vous... that is to say, quel est le raison...โ€

He broke off here, because at this point Jules began to explain. He explained very rapidly and at considerable length. The fact that neither of his hearers understood a word of what he was saying appeared not to have impressed itself upon him. Or, if he gave a thought to it, he dismissed the objection as trifling. He wanted to explain, and he explained. Words rushed from him like water from a geyser. Sounds which you felt you would have been able to put a meaning to if he had detached them from the main body and repeated them slowly, went swirling down the stream and were lost for ever.

โ€œStop him!โ€ said Sally firmly.

The red-haired young man looked as a native of Johnstown might have looked on being requested to stop that city's celebrated flood.

โ€œStop him?โ€

โ€œYes. Blow a whistle or something.โ€

Out of the depths of the young man's memory there swam to the surface a single wordโ€”a word which he must have heard somewhere or read somewhere: a legacy, perhaps, from long-vanished school-days.

โ€œZut!โ€ he barked, and instantaneously Jules turned himself off at the main. There was a moment of dazed silence, such as might occur in a boiler-factory if the works suddenly shut down.

โ€œQuick! Now you've got him!โ€ cried Sally. โ€œAsk him what he's talking aboutโ€”if he knows, which I doubtโ€”and tell him to speak slowly. Then we shall get somewhere.โ€

The young man nodded intelligently. The advice was good.

โ€œLentement,โ€ he said. โ€œParlez lentement. Pas siโ€”you know what I meanโ€”pas si dashed vite!โ€

โ€œAh-a-ah!โ€ cried Jules, catching the idea on the fly. โ€œLentement. Ah, oui, lentement.โ€

There followed a lengthy conversation which, while conveying nothing to Sally, seemed intelligible to the red-haired linguist.

โ€œThe silly ass,โ€ he was able to announce some few minutes later, โ€œhas made a bloomer. Apparently he was half asleep when we came in, and he shoved us into the lift and slammed the door, forgetting that he had left the keys on the desk.โ€

โ€œI see,โ€ said Sally. โ€œSo we're shut in?โ€

โ€œI'm afraid so. I wish to goodness,โ€ said the young man, โ€œI knew French well. I'd curse him with some vim and not a little animation, the chump! I wonder what 'blighter' is in French,โ€ he said, meditating.

โ€œIt's the merest suggestion,โ€ said Sally, โ€œbut oughtn't we to do something?โ€

โ€œWhat could we do?โ€

โ€œWell, for one thing, we might all utter a loud yell. It would scare most of the people in the hotel to death, but there might be a survivor or two who would come and investigate and let us out.โ€

โ€œWhat a ripping idea!โ€ said the young man, impressed.

โ€œI'm glad you like it. Now tell him the main out-line, or he'll think we've gone mad.โ€

The young man searched for words, and eventually found some which expressed his meaning lamely but well enough to cause Jules to nod in a depressed sort of way.

โ€œFine!โ€ said Sally. โ€œNow, all together at the word 'three.' Oneโ€”twoโ€”Oh, poor darling!โ€ she broke off. โ€œLook at him!โ€

In the far corner of the lift, the emotional Jules was sobbing silently into the bunch of cotton-waste which served him in the office of a pocket-handkerchief. His broken-hearted gulps echoed hollowly down the shaft.

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In these days of cheap books of instruction on every subject under the sun, we most of us know how to behave in the majority of life's little crises. We have only ourselves to blame if we are ignorant of what to do before the doctor comes, of how to make a dainty winter coat for baby out of father's last year's under-vest and of the best method of coping with the cold mutton. But nobody yet has come forward with practical advice as to the correct method of behaviour to be adopted when a lift-attendant starts crying. And Sally and her companion, as a consequence, for a few moments merely stared at each other helplessly.

โ€œPoor darling!โ€ said Sally, finding speech. โ€œAsk him what's the matter.โ€

The young man looked at her doubtfully.

โ€œYou know,โ€ he said, โ€œI don't enjoy chatting with this blighter. I mean to

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