New Britain herald., 1930-10-18
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BY NATALIE SUMNER LINCOLN

low admitted by the landlady's daughter?
 Hey Wait minuten' Mitchell gained Thorne's side as he ran down the steps of the Municipal Building. Have you had any results from this?' holding up a morning news paper and pointing to an advertise meut with it's flaring display type Ten thousand dollars is a big sum to pay for news of Jack Winslows S hiding place."
 Large rewards bring results gen. erally," retorted Thorne. "Winslow is most anxious for news of the boy"
 Thorne found only his stenog- rapher on duty at the Universal De- tective Agency. She met him at the door. telegram in hand. Tearing off the yellow envelope, he read the typed message from Captain O'Brien Of CT icago police headquarters.
 Dryden convalescent home small private sanitarium in good repute. Interviewed assistant manager. She never heard of Mrs. Ben Lawrence. Elsa Chase paralytic patient there.
 Wire O'Brien to ascertain when Elsa Chase was patient at Dryden sanitarium," he directed. II wish specific dates and name of surgeon who attended her. Ask for an inn mediate reply. Just moment" d thought occurring to him as the stenographer gathered up her note book and pencil "before using the last sentence ask O'Brien to find out if a woman oalling herself either Sara Holcombe or Sara Holcombe so. when and why. That's all"
 In searching for his tobacco pouch to refill his pipe, his hand touched an envelope and he took t out of his pocket also. Opening 1t h. drew out the papers Inspector Mitchell had removed from the drawer in front of the erstwhile Mrs Ben Lawrence.
 Thorne spread the papers careful ly in front of him on the desk and with infinite patience fitted the pieces together. They formed a pie ture, evidently group of people, taken from some print paper maga- zine or Sunday supplement. There was an inset, but the cheap quality of the paper and the numerous creases, giving evidence of much handling before it was torn, made it difficult to piece out the picture. The inset in particular was unrec- ognizable. AS the upper part was missing only draped figure, minus the head. was decipherable. Fitting underneath and evidently part of the caption, came the words in fancy type: The Dancing silhou- cite"
 Thorne caught his breath sharp ly; the words aptly described what he had seen the night before at Oaklands. Was it possible the unde- cipherable picture was the key to the mystery surrounding Elsa Chase and not the torn bill head he had found in the dead woman's posses sion? The last thing her dying hands had clutched was the picture.
 Feverishly he reversed the pieces of paper; joined together they car ried the slogan of nationally known advertisement, but the name ol the periodical from which the page must have been taken was on neither side.
 Beg pardon, MT. Thorne," Miss Ellis. the pretty stenographer, had come into the room so silently that in his preoccupatlon he had failed to hear her. There is a man out side who wishes to see you private ly"
 "Ah, indeed? His name?'
 Lambert - he gave no other name"
 Thorne's eyes frightened.
 Paste these pieces on the paper just as they lie there now" he di-
 
 the paper to Jim. Tell him to go to the Congressional Library and try and identify the magazine in which this page appears. 1 would suggest, on a guess, a theatrical or motion picture journal, but not to confine his search to that type only. But first" Thorne leaned over and took what appeared to be a small radio from the drawer of cabinet and placed it on top of the latter, turn ing a, switch. Miss Ellis. listen in or the telegraph and take dowi Lambert's conversation; then yc can attend to the picture"
 The Winslow's butler came into the private office a second or so later. somber of dress and deport- ment, his face gray rather than white. He wasted no time on civili ties. plugging at once into his CT rand.
 I'd like this, sir he announced, pointing 10 Winslow's advertise ment in the morning paper 'l mean the ten-thousand-dollar re- ward for news of Mir. Jack
 Not news of him." corrected Thorne, never taking his eyes from Lambert's masklike countenarce. The reward is offered for reliable information as to young WinsloW's whereabouts"