Next she found the telephone wire cut and the speaking tube battered and inutile.
She would have to return to her own apartment to summon help.

She dared not leave the light on.

The scoundrels might possibly return, and the light would warn them that their victim had been discovered; and naturally they would wish to ascertain whether or not they had succeeded in their murderous assault.
As she was passing the first-landing windows she saw Cutty emerging from the elevator.

She flew across the fire-escape platform with the resilient step of one crossing thin ice.
Probably the most astonished man in New York was the war correspondent when the door opened and a pair of arms were flung about him, and a voice smothered in the lapel of his coat cried: "Oh, Cutty, I never was so glad to see any one!" "What in the name of--" "Come! We'll handle this ourselves.

Hurry!" She dragged him along by the sleeve.
"But--" "It is life and death! No talk now!" Cutty, immaculate in his evening clothes, very much perturbed, went along after her.