Death in the Primrose Hotel Chapter 2 cont’d……

The elevator groaned and creaked as it slowly descended. Adding to the agonies of the ancient elevator was the shrill sound of metal screeching on metal.
“Jake, do you think this elevator will make it to the basement,” Vanessa whispered to me.
“Oh, I’m sure it will make it down,” I whispered back, “but I’m not so sure it’ll make it back up.” There was an uncomfortable look on the faces of the other couple.
Finally, the elevator came to a jerking stop six inches above the floor level and with a yank on the scissors gate, the elevator finally opened. The light from the elevator cast its illumination into the outer wise dark speakeasy.
As soon as I closed the steel elevator door we were in total darkness. I heard the metal on metal screeching resume and fade away as the machinery sent the car back up to room 607. After what seemed like an hour in the dark, but was only a few minutes, the elevator stopped again in the speakeasy. This time the car stopped even with the floor. Madeline and the other two couples stepped from the car.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Curtis, I should have told you where the light switch was,” Madeline said, apologetically. She flipped a hidden switch. The room was lit by a dozen or so unfrosted teardrop shaped hundred watt light bulbs suspended in the dust and cobweb covered fixtures.
“The speakeasy was a different matter,” Madeline resumed her talk. “Where the hotel was Art Deco; the speakeasy was pure Edwardian. You’ll notice the absence of stainless steel in the speakeasy,” Madeline continued, “and the only glass in the room were the mirrors behind the bars and the glasses and bottles holding the alcohol. The speakeasy looks just as it did the minute prohibition ended at the stroke of midnight, December Fifth, 1933. Everyone took the elevator up for the last time to the new bar upstairs where legal alcohol, real alcohol was being served again. Please feel free to walk around the speakeasy and try to imagine, if you can, this room filled with beautiful ladies in gorgeous dresses and gentlemen in their tuxedos dancing to the live jazz band,” Madeline said.

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