THE CLEW IN THE BASIN. A cry of alarm escaped Old King Brady when he saw the Frenchman. "Harry," he gasped, "he is trying to kill us." "There goes the cable!" muttered the boy, and a cold chill darted through him as he heard the ominous snap of the parting strands. "The safety-clutch may save us, Harry." "No! It don't work," groaned the boy as the car shot down. A sickening sensation passed through the pair as the falling car went plunging down at lightning speed. They expected to get dashed to death at the bottom as they went flying down past the different floors, and heard a fiendish chuckle from the Frenchman above their heads. Like rats in a trap, the two detectives were held so they could do nothing to aid themselves. All they could do was to wait for the final crash, and visions of the wrecked car and their bodies crushed to a pulp flashed across their minds. The desperation of their situation was appalling. The speed of their fall took their breath away and both instinctively grasped the sides of the car and clung to it tenaciously. Down three stories they plunged. Then there suddenly sounded a sharp "click." The car paused, slid a few feet, then came to a sudden stop. At the last moment the clutches flew out and tightened on the pilot rods, holding the falling car in midair. The sudden stopping hurled the detectives to the floor, but they quickly scrambled to their feet, overjoyed at their salvation. For an instant neither could speak. To be so suddenly snatched from the very jaws of death was such a strain upon their nerves that they could hardly stand it. Old King Brady was the first to recover, and glancing upward he saw that their enemy had disappeared from the beam overhead. "By thunder!" he exclaimed. "La Croix is baffled!" "I never expected such good luck," replied Harry, delightedly. "The car is holding, all right." "Yes, but how are we to get out of it?" They were caught midway between the second and third floors. But the parting of the cable had been detected by the engineer and the conductor of an ascending car in the next shaft as the falling elevator flew down past him, and help was coming. As the news spread, people flocked out in the hall, filled with dread lest the two officers had been killed. They peered down the shafts through the grill work and when some saw the car, a shout of relief went up, and a man yelled at the Bradys: "Were you hurt?" "No. We are all right, so far." "Wait, and we'll have the car lowered." Up came men with ropes, and the end of a line was passed down from the floor above the car and Old King Brady made it fast. When the danger of the car falling was obviated, another gang secured the cut cable, passed it over the drum, brought it down to the roof of the car and spliced it to the piece remaining there. The elevator was then lowered to the ground floor and opening the door the detectives passed out, none the worse for their adventure.