In Manhattan last week Subway Motorman Fred Floodgate had shut off his power and was coasting his northbound express into the West noth Street station when he caught a blurred glimpse of a slim, blonde woman poised on the edge of the platform. The next instant there was a downward flutter of a black-and-tan dress. Motorman Floodgate's hand stiffened on the emergency brake control. Clamped wheels shrieked. The train slid 50 ft. before stopping. Ten minutes later police gathered from the tracks the bloody remains of Elsie...
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