There were only a few feet between Locke and the descending elevator. Locke was struggling frenziedly to escape and rescue Eva.
Zita's hand went out again and grasped the handle of the switch.
She hesitated, hate on her face.
Would she, for love of Locke, who had not returned her love, save him?
Could she bring herself to save this man—for a woman she hated, who had won him from her?
If she saved him it would be only to lose him to the other woman.
With a great creaking the massive elevator was within only a few short inches of Locke.
CHAPTER XIX
Every fiber of Zita's body was galvanized into action as she threw the whole weight of her body against the elevator emergency-control switch.
There was a sputtering of blue flame as the connection was made, and Zita closed her eyes. With a shudder she heard the great elevator strike the cellar floor and then rebound.