"
"Then don't get a room too high up from the ground," advised Tom.
"I've just been reading in the evening paper that the city authorities
in New York have taken all the elevators out of all the biggest
hotels."
"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.
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