The Daily Alaska empire., 1930-09-19
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 Do I understand you gentlemen seek rooms?" she asked.
 No" Thorne was the spokes- man, as Jim Barker, his assistant, kept discreetly silent. We called to see one of your lodgers, MT. John Winslow.'
 She shook her head. There's mo- body of that name here"
 This was the number expressionless countenance gave no indication of his sense of disap- pointment Possibly WinsloW did not give you his full name-young men are sometimes-young men,
 Mrs. Sims smiled. But I have only one gentleman with me" she explained "Dr. Sands has been my guest" brindling a little, flor over five years, and he-he's quite elderly.
 My mistake" Tnorne bowed profoundly and opened the parlor door. He had wasted enough time i that night, first in having a blow out and on top of that he had run cut of gas on lonely section of the highway from Oaklands. Walking to the nearest house, quarter of l a mile distant, he had telephoned to Jim to bring gasoline. The lat ter had been long in coming, or so it seemed in his burning impatience, and Thorne, locking his car, left it standing at the side of the road and accepted lift from a passing mo- torist. Almost at the city limits he had recognized him returning, hailed him, and thanking the friendly motorist, had hastened into, 1 Georgetown with his assistant.
 With his hands still on the door Thorne again addressed the little 1 landlady. Are you acquainted with Miss Elsa Chase?" he asked.
 I'm sorry, but I'm not"
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 T can't say I have she respond ed. And I can't say I haven't; seems to me I've heard her spoken ! of"
 From upstairs came a scream of prolonged intensity.
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 What is it, dearie?" Mrs Sims i fled up the staircase, fear lending wings to her feet, and Thorne in- stinctively accompanied her. At the head of the stairs young girl was leaning Imply against the wall her trembling knees barely holding her upright.
 Mrs Lawrence" she gasped in- l coherently. Its awful in there, Ma
 The landlady stopped. Awful what?" she demanded. Talk sensible, Mary; ain't nobody going to hurt you"
 The girl shuddered. But I touched her" she moaned, "cause she didn't look up or answer when put the coffee on the table by her Oh, her eyes!"
 Thorne brushed by Mrs. Sims. Stay here with your dauhgter," he advised Jim and I will see what's the matter" and he and his assist ant sped through the dark bedroom and into the tiny sitting room be- yond Both halted on the thres- hold of the open door at sight of Mrs. Lawrence.
 The sightless eyes turned upward the ghastly twisted mouth told their Iown tale without spoken words Revently the two men tiptoed to her side Both her hands still lay concealed in the partly open draw CT.
 Call the coroner"
 He's sick in bed" interjected Jim. T tried to get a message to him early today"
 Then phone the deputy coroner Dr. Wingate; he lives in George town, and, Jim," tell Mrs. Sims lnot to come in-it's no sight for a delicate woman. Explain who we are and say we'll stay and aid her. y
 Left by himself, Thorne struggled Ito control his rising excitement Lying dead before him was the one woman he wanted to see-the blond woman in blue whose actions had so bewildered Arnold Winslow and had aroused his curiosity as to the link connecting her and Elsa Chase ] Thorne made no attempt to touch the body, once convinced there was no sign of life; only in the presence lof the proper officials could Mrs Lawrence be moved. Paying hei no further attention, he examined the room, little more than large closet with it's one window. Only one door opened from it and that led to the bedroom through which he had entered. The furniture while shabby was neat and clean