New Britain herald., 1930-10-16

And Miss Elsa Chase, recollect, she is an invalid"
 And for that reason not able to see what is going on." triumph antly. "The cooks more or less of a fool; Peter, the chauffeur, ditto"
 How about the three others:- Lucy, the maid; the nurse, Miss Kline, and Sam Ferguson?" asked Thorne. Have you questioned them?"
 "Only tte first two" Mitchelrs active mind veered off at tangent. Say. that Lucy is cookoo; she be- lieves ia visions and all that" vaguely. She talked to Jackson about some shadow chasing her across the lawn some nights ago say. is that your scar?" as they made d bend in the road and his powerful lights fell on an automo- bile parked near culvert. On Thorne's quick affirmative, he drew up at the side of the road. If you are out of gas, how are you going to get to Oaklands?" ?"
 "Jim's bringing me some"
 Why spend time waiting, I'll run you out there" and giving Thorne no opportunity to decline, he stepped on the gas. AS they turned into the Winslow estate, Thorne noticed a man detach himself from the protecting shadows of the tall hedge.
 Jackson" explained Mitchell, as the detective lifted his hand on recognizing the inspectors car. They may not know it, Thorne, but every member of the Winslow household is under police surveil- lance" He slowed down as Jack son came up to them.
 MT. and Mrs. Winslow motored into town just after you left, h. spector." he reported. They haven't returned"
 Mitchell glanced at his compan- ion. How about it, Thorne? Want to stay or come back tomorrow morning?"
 stay" briefly, and Mitchell con- tinued along the drive to the man. sion. Keep your engine running Thorne suggested a moment later as they came to a stop before the front door, it'll drown our talk. Tell me-" his voice was just audi ble, have you gone through the garage, the gardeners cottage, with a view to Jacks being concealed in either placer"
 T have, first thing, and so thor oughly that I know Jack Winslow isn't there"
 What operatives did you have about the grounds while you, Jack son and the locksmith were in the attic tonight?" he asked.
 Spencer and Morse; they were relieved at nine o'clock"
 Good. Let me have those papers you took from the drawer in front of Mrs. Lawrence; I'll return them tomorrow
 Lambert answered the door bell with such promptness that Thorne concluded he had not been far away. MT Winslow isn't in, sir" he stated.
 'All wait" announced Thorne. Have the servants all retired, Lam- bert?"
 Except Lucy and myself. sir; we are waiting for MT. and Mrs. Wins low to return."
 And what is detaining them?"
 q have no idea, sir"
 Thorne took out his pipe and to- hacco pouch and proceeded to fill it leisurely. all the while keeping d watchfui eye on the butler standing rigidly before him.
 Lambert" he tossed the match into a brass tray on a table near by. Playing the stock market is dan- gerous game.'
 The buffers eyelids quivered. "Yes. sir"
 Almost as dangerous as-doublc crossing the police" Lambert stood like a graven image, but his cheeks had grown an unhealthy color. Who is your employer, Lambert?'
 Mir. Winslow, sir"
 And who pays you the most Mr. Jack Winslow ?"
 Lambert moistened his dry lips. He hasn't any money, sir"
 True. Only the hope of large inheritance" swiftly, And people cant live on hope in this world. You're out of luck, Lambert and he laughed aloud
 For the first time the butler changed his position. while his right hand moved nervously over his thigh in an ever widening cir cular motion. Thorne's lips parted slightly and his eyes frightened, his surmise was right, the butler went armed, Was he, if taunted beyond endurance, a killer?
 Your lucks turned, Lambert. ; Thorne spoke ever so softly. "The bucket shop you helped support went on the rocks late this after noon. closed by Federal authority Before Thorne's staring eyes d whirl ing, dancing figure was outlined against the shade Chapter 5 UNDER COVER OF DARKNESS
 Lambert licked his lips and his hand fell nerveless by his side. The