Wilmer Payton was also on his feet looking dully about him. Fleming Carter said, "Why don't you help the lady, young man? I'm sure she would appreciate the courtesy from you more than myself or—?"
He looked questioningly at the other male member of the quartette.
"Walter Maltby—and as I was saying, Jenny will never—"
"I'm sure she won't."
"What happened?" Wilmer Payton asked of no one in particular as he hauled Peggy Wilson to her feet.
The girl was biting her lip, trying hard to be brave. "The elevator must have fallen. It's a wonder we weren't all killed!"
They agreed. All save Fleming Carter who was looking around with bright interest. "It seems to me that we are no longer in the elevator."
Walter Maltby's jaw dropped. "No longer in the—"
"This is a somewhat larger area. And I fail to see any walls. Also, the ceiling seems to have vanished."
The other three gazed about in shocked silence and the truth of Fleming Carter's statements dawned on them. No walls, no ceiling. Nothing but hard earth under their feet and a high blue sky above.