Part 28 (2/2)

”Better not tell him so while he's got that hammer in his hand,” said the conductor, in a hurried whisper. ”Hallo, Jim, how goes it this morning?”

The man slid swiftly down the last thirty feet, and then balanced himself on a cross-bar while he looked at the little group in the lift.

As he stood there, clad in a leather suit, with his pliers and other tools dangling from his brown belt, he was a figure to please the eye of an artist. The man was very tall and gaunt, with great straggling limbs and every appearance of giant strength. His face was a remarkable one, n.o.ble and yet sinister, with dark eyes and hair, a prominent hooked nose, and a beard which flowed over his chest. He steadied himself with one knotted hand, while the other held a steel hammer dangling by his knee.

”It's all ready aloft,” said he. ”I'll go up with you if I may.” He sprang down from his perch and joined the others in the lift.

”I suppose you are always watching it,” said the young lady.

”That is what I am engaged for, miss. From morning to night, and often from night to morning, I am up here. There are times when I feel as if I were not a man at all, but a fowl of the air. They fly round me, the creatures, as I lie out on the girders, and they cry to me until I find myself crying back to the poor soulless things.”

”It's a great charge,” said the Commander, glancing up at the wonderful tracery of steel outlined against the deep blue sky.

”Aye, sir, and there is not a nut nor a screw that is riot in my keeping. Here's my hammer to ring them true and my spanner to wrench them tight. As the Lord over the earth, so am I--even I--over the Tower, with power of life and power of death, aye of death and of life.”

The hydraulic machinery had begun to work and the lift very slowly ascended. As it mounted, the glorious panorama of the coast and bay gradually unfolded itself. So engrossing was the view that the pa.s.sengers hardly noticed it when the platform stopped abruptly between stages at the five hundred foot level. Barnes, the workman, muttered that something must be amiss, and springing like a cat across the gap which separated them from the trellis-work of metal he clambered out of sight. The motley little party, suspended in mid-air, lost something of their British shyness under such unwonted conditions and began to compare notes with each other. One couple, who addressed each other as Dolly and Billy, announced to the company that they were the particular stars of the Hippodrome bill, and kept their neighbours t.i.ttering with their rather obvious wit. A buxom mother, her precocious son, and two married couples upon holiday formed an appreciative audience.

”You'd like to be a sailor, would you?” said Billy the comedian, in answer to some remark of the boy. ”Look 'ere, my nipper, you'll end up as a blooming corpse if you ain't careful. See 'im standin' at the edge.

At this hour of the morning I can't bear to watch it.”

”What's the hour got to do with it?” asked a stout commercial traveller.

”My nerves are worth nothin' before midday. Why, lookin' down there, and seem' those folks like dots, puts me all in a twitter. My family is all alike in the mornin'.”

”I expect,” said Dolly, a high-coloured young woman, ”that they're all alike the evening before.”

There was a general laugh, which was led by the comedian.

”You got it across that time, Dolly. It's K.O. for Battling Billy--still senseless when last heard of. If my family is laughed at I'll leave the room.”

”It's about time we did,” said the commercial traveller, who was a red-faced, choleric person. ”It's a disgrace the way they hold us up.

I'll write to the company.”

”Where's the bell-push?” said Billy. ”I'm goin' to ring.”

”What for--the waiter?” asked the lady.

”For the conductor, the chauffeur, whoever it is that drives the old bus up and down. Have they run out of petrol, or broke the mainspring, or what?”

”We have a fine view, anyhow,” said the Commander.

”Well, I've had that,” remarked Billy. ”I'm done with it, and I'm for getting on.”

”I'm getting nervous,” cried the stout mother. ”I do hope there is nothing wrong with the lift.”

”I say, hold on to the slack of my coat, Dolly. I'm going to look over and chance it. Oh, Lord, it makes me sick and giddy! There's a horse down under, and it ain't bigger than a mouse. I don't see any one lookin' after us. Where's old Isaiah the prophet who came up with us?”

<script>