Faintly it came, for the third time: "Mr.Fairchild!" They ran to the foot of the shaft, and Fairchild stared upward.

But he could see no one.

He cupped his hands and called: "Who wants me ?" "It's me." The voice was plainer now--a voice that Fairchild recognized immediately.
"I 'm--I 'm under arrest or something up here," was added with a laugh.
"The guard won't let me come down." "Wait, and I 'll raise the bucket for you.

All right, guard!" Then, blinking with surprise, he turned to the staring Harry.

"It's Anita Richmond," he whispered.