The Horn Blows at Midnight Page #3

"That elevator

will transport you

"to the hotel,

where at midnight,

"you will proceed

to the roof and-"

Shucks!

This is outrageous!

It's unheard-of!

"Special express elevator

to tower suites and roof. "

What's special about it?

That it doesn't run?

I demand

to see the manager! I-

Ah! There you are!

Please, lady Stover,

don't lose your temper.

If I did, you could

never find it.

You can't even find

your own elevator.

Patience, madam.

I'm sure it's only

some minor

mechanical defect.

It'll be repaired

immediately.

It had better be. What am I supposed

to do at $50 a day? Climb ropes?

Sloan, what did you

find out?

Nothing. It's gone

. Disappeared.

And you call yourself

a house detective.

Listen here, you. In the 15 years

I've been running this hotel,

many things have disappeared

- Linens, silver.

Once someone even stole a

boiler from the basement.

But an elevator? Never.

Don't you suspect anyone?

Nobody.

Have you questioned

that Dexter fellow?

You mean,

Archie Dexter?

Why, that's

ridiculous, sir.

I want you to question

every crook in this hotel,

including Dexter.

I want my elevator back!

All right,

all right, sir.

Hello there, Sloan.

How's the old bloodhound?

Tonight I feel

lower than a dachshund.

I hate to bother you,

mr. Dexter,

but did you steal

our roof elevator?

No, I didn't.

Is it missing?

Yes, but, of course, I knew that

you had nothing to do with it.

"Why," I said to myself, "would

the man who stole whistler's mother

waste his time on an old

broken-down elevator?"

You could never be

that crude, mr. Dexter.

Thank you.

Thank you, Sloan,

But this elevator affair-

After all, one cannot very well

tuck an elevator in one's

vest pocket, now, can one?

No, sir, but it's gone just the same,

and is lady Stover

furious!

Is she there?

Let's have a look

At the scene of the crime.

I may be of some help.

Ah, my dear lady Stover.

Archie, maybe

you can do something

about the service

in the wretched hovel.

20 minutes I've been

waiting for the lift.

But surely a gay

meadowlark like you

isn't thinking

of retiring to your nest at this hour.

Not if you've anything

more interesting to suggest.

How about a turn

on the floor?

The music

is rather good.

An excellent idea.

Mr. Dexter, what about the elevator?

If I stumble across it,

I'll let you know.

What is this,

a private elevator?

Of all the nerve!

What's the big idea?

Just a minute. That elevator.

Who do you think you are?

Athanael, sir. Third

phalanx, 15th cohort.

Oh. Well, of course,

that explains everything.

Excuse me.

Is that time correct?

Yes, sir.

Are you quite certain?

Positively, sir.

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