“Not a beam support, not a post nor a girder. It is suspended in air. Great steel cables hold it in place. Cut those steel cables, and—”
She shuddered at the thought. And yet, what a marvel it all was!
Then of a sudden she recalled her appointment at the Rutledge Tavern.
“Florence said I was to meet a movie queen. There was something in her tone that tells me an exciting time is to be had, and here—here I am!”
Instantly her mind sobered. She was alone on this broad dome. Should she scream for help the sound of her voice would be lost in the roar of the merry-mad throng. From the Midway came the grind of a merry-go-round. Somewhere much farther away a band was dispensing glorious music.
“I must get down. The ladder is the only way.”
She shuddered. Coming up, straight up a hundred and twenty-five feet, had been nerve-wracking. What must a descent into that black hole be?
“And that terrible Chinaman!”
Well, perhaps, after all, he had not followed.
Then a thought struck her. What if some guard had seen her mount that ladder? She would surely be arrested.