The handcuff king dangled head downward. Each moment he was drawn
higher, swaying slightly, spinning dizzily. Up-up, past the windows in
the fifth story of the Sun building. Houdini was drawn.
Then he hung still.
Only for a second. While watchers gleamed in the crowd below, the
handcuff king was seen to struggle, not frantically, but with a
steady, systematic swelling and contracting of muscles, and almost
imperceptible lithe, wrigglings of the torso.