"Why?" demanded Hi.
"The paper says it's because the elevators are considered too dangerous," Tom replied innocently.
"I don't believe it," scoffed Hi. "Why, how could people get up to their rooms on the fifteenth or eighteenth floor of one of the skyscraper hotels?"
"Oh, well," Tom replied artlessly, "according to the paper the hotels are all going to be equipped with safety-raisers."
"Safety-razors?" demanded Hi Martin blankly. "You idiot, what good would safety-razors be for getting people up twenty floors in a hotel?"
There was a moment's pause. Then a few chuckles came, followed by a few more.
"Whoop!" yelled Danny Grin. Snatching the bathing suit bag from Hi's hand, Dalzell got a good hold on the tie strings, then swung the bag, bringing it down on the top of Hi's head.
"Run along home, Martin!" jeered Dan. "If don't tumble before bed time, then ask your father how it is that dangerous elevators can be replaced with safety-raisers. Here's your bag. Scoot—-before an idea hits you!"
Red-faced and angry, but still puzzled, Hi snatched at his bathing suit bag and hastily decamped.
"Now he'll beat you at swimming or die tomorrow," predicted Dave grimly.