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Thrown for a Loss

          “Hmm.” Waylon nodded, as if he too knew all this by heart.
          “Now in the case of this Imomushi 9900, it may be going slower,
        at 90 fpm, but the rating is for a full stop within three inches. That
        might prevent a person whose feet are within a tread or two of the
        end from getting caught, but the oscillation occurring at the end of
        the braking action is so violent that anyone left standing when the
        unit reaches zero fpm the first time would probably be thrown off
        balance  by  the  rebounds.  That  is  apparently  what  happened  here
        today. I did ride this escalator up to this floor earlier, and I’m sure it
        was going at least 90 fpm. The braking will have to be tested. Please
        do not restart the mechanism before that has been completed by the
        forensics team. Do you have a key?”
          “Sure do. Always keep all my keys on this chain.”
          Labelle  peered  at  the  ring  of  keys  Waylon  pulled  out  of  his
        overalls’ hip pocket. He must have had a couple of dozen on there,
        many  more  than  I  needed.  Each  escalator  had  a  separate  key,  and
        every  maintenance  room,  utility  box  and  rear  corridor  he  accessed
        were kept locked at all times.
          “Nice new chain you have there,” she said, in a chattier tone than
        I had yet heard.
          “Oh,  yeah.  I  got  it  last  week  downstairs  at  Horlogerie  de
        Yokohama. The old one broke, finally, after many years.  Must have
        snagged on a doorknob or something. Actually thought I’d lost my
        keys  for  a  while,  but  I  found  them  a  few  hours  later  by  the  trash
        compactor.”
          “Interesting.”  I  didn’t  know  that  word  could  be  used  so
        unenthusiastically.  Waylon  might  have  taken  anything  less  as
        encouragement, however. As it was, he rubbed his stubbly chin and
        took on the expression of a very wise man.
          “Say, I heard that someone dropped a lot of coins by the escalator
        just before it stopped. Seems to me one of them could have fallen
        down into the works and triggered an obstruction sensor.”
          She nodded, but not like a teacher whose student gives a bright
        answer. “I have considered that, Mr. Sachs. Although the coins later
        recovered all were on trajectories away from the landing, some might
        nevertheless  have  found  their  way  onto  the  escalators.  I  saw  no
        evidence of that, however. It will need to be established definitively
        by the police. Thank you for your assistance.”

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