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Authors: Carolyn Keene
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had blocked her in had probably cranked it up as high as it would go. The point was, how long could she continue to function under such high temperatures? Twenty minutes? Half an hour?
Her assailant had undoubtedly jammed the timer, too, she knew.
Nancy removed her jacket. Already she could feel a drop of sweat trickling down her back. At least she still had her flashlight! Flicking it on, she looked around.
The sauna contained nothing more than a heating unit bolted to the wall, a wooden floor, and a bench made of wooden slats. That was it. No tools. No loose objects. Nothing she could use to help pry or batter her way out.
She examined the door. Its hinges were on the outside. She pushed against it once more. No good! The door swung outward an inch, but that was all. What was on the other side, anyway? An elephant?
No, she realized--the unused lockers! Two or more sections had been pushed across the floor and fitted sideways against the door. That explained the bumps and scrapes she had heard. Great. Now how was she going to get out?
Calmly at first, then with mounting concern, she examined the possibilities.
Screaming? The sound of her voice had to travel through two doors, down a side hallway, down a main hallway, and then maybe--just maybe--a guard would eventually hear it. Forget it, she told herself. Better to conserve energy.
Bess and George? She had told them where she was going, naturally, but how long would it take them to realize that something had gone wrong? Until one o'clock? Two o'clock? That was no use! She could be dead by then!
No, she would have to get herself out of this. But how?
The air around her was growing very hot. To help herself stay cool, Nancy took off her boots, jeans, and sweater. That helped, but not too much. She was sweating heavily, and the hot air was burning her lungs.
How much longer before she got dizzy? she wondered. Would her vision begin to blur? What then?
Stop it! Get yourself out of here! her mind screamed.
Going to the door again, she pushed it hard. It wouldn't budge! She hammered at it with her hands, but that was even more futile than pushing. The exertion was making her sweat more, too.
She sat down on the bench and tried to think. Impossibly, the air seemed to grow hotter still. She was turning into roast detective--and fast!
Ned. This was all his fault, she told herself bitterly. If he hadn't been so stubborn, then she wouldn't have had to gather evidence by such desperate means. Well, he was going to be sorry! When they found her body here in the morning (cooked medium-well) he was going to--
Get out! Get out! Get out! Once again, she willed herself into action, snatching up her flashlight, only to drop it again. It was burning hot! How was she going to see anything now? If only there was a light--
The overhead light, of course! Why hadn't she thought of that sooner! Using her shirt as insulation, she picked up the flashlight and looked around. Yes, there was the switch by the door! She flipped it on, and light flooded the sauna.
Now she needed something small and made of metal. Reaching into the pocket of her jeans, she brought out her silver pen. It was a gift from her father that she treasured, but right now that didn't matter. Saving her life was more important than saving the pen!
Carefully she wrapped her leather belt around one end of it. Then, standing on the bench, she held the pen in one hand and removed the overhead light bulb with the other, using her shirt to keep from burning her hand. The sauna went dark. Again and again she jabbed the pen upward until, at last, it plunged into the live socket!
Sparks showered around her. Nancy smelled smoke and gave a cry of triumph. There! She had shorted the circuit! Had she tripped the breaker that controlled the heating unit, too?
Stepping off the bench, she peered through the unit's vent. Inside, its heating coils slowly changed from white . . . to orange . . . to red . . . to nothing! Thank
Her assailant had undoubtedly jammed the timer, too, she knew.
Nancy removed her jacket. Already she could feel a drop of sweat trickling down her back. At least she still had her flashlight! Flicking it on, she looked around.
The sauna contained nothing more than a heating unit bolted to the wall, a wooden floor, and a bench made of wooden slats. That was it. No tools. No loose objects. Nothing she could use to help pry or batter her way out.
She examined the door. Its hinges were on the outside. She pushed against it once more. No good! The door swung outward an inch, but that was all. What was on the other side, anyway? An elephant?
No, she realized--the unused lockers! Two or more sections had been pushed across the floor and fitted sideways against the door. That explained the bumps and scrapes she had heard. Great. Now how was she going to get out?
Calmly at first, then with mounting concern, she examined the possibilities.
Screaming? The sound of her voice had to travel through two doors, down a side hallway, down a main hallway, and then maybe--just maybe--a guard would eventually hear it. Forget it, she told herself. Better to conserve energy.
Bess and George? She had told them where she was going, naturally, but how long would it take them to realize that something had gone wrong? Until one o'clock? Two o'clock? That was no use! She could be dead by then!
No, she would have to get herself out of this. But how?
The air around her was growing very hot. To help herself stay cool, Nancy took off her boots, jeans, and sweater. That helped, but not too much. She was sweating heavily, and the hot air was burning her lungs.
How much longer before she got dizzy? she wondered. Would her vision begin to blur? What then?
Stop it! Get yourself out of here! her mind screamed.
Going to the door again, she pushed it hard. It wouldn't budge! She hammered at it with her hands, but that was even more futile than pushing. The exertion was making her sweat more, too.
She sat down on the bench and tried to think. Impossibly, the air seemed to grow hotter still. She was turning into roast detective--and fast!
Ned. This was all his fault, she told herself bitterly. If he hadn't been so stubborn, then she wouldn't have had to gather evidence by such desperate means. Well, he was going to be sorry! When they found her body here in the morning (cooked medium-well) he was going to--
Get out! Get out! Get out! Once again, she willed herself into action, snatching up her flashlight, only to drop it again. It was burning hot! How was she going to see anything now? If only there was a light--
The overhead light, of course! Why hadn't she thought of that sooner! Using her shirt as insulation, she picked up the flashlight and looked around. Yes, there was the switch by the door! She flipped it on, and light flooded the sauna.
Now she needed something small and made of metal. Reaching into the pocket of her jeans, she brought out her silver pen. It was a gift from her father that she treasured, but right now that didn't matter. Saving her life was more important than saving the pen!
Carefully she wrapped her leather belt around one end of it. Then, standing on the bench, she held the pen in one hand and removed the overhead light bulb with the other, using her shirt to keep from burning her hand. The sauna went dark. Again and again she jabbed the pen upward until, at last, it plunged into the live socket!
Sparks showered around her. Nancy smelled smoke and gave a cry of triumph. There! She had shorted the circuit! Had she tripped the breaker that controlled the heating unit, too?
Stepping off the bench, she peered through the unit's vent. Inside, its heating coils slowly changed from white . . . to orange . . . to red . . . to nothing! Thank
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