The Daily Alaska empire., 1930-09-22
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plemented Mitchell. Hanged Ii understand it. Say, what took yol to that boarding house tonight?"
 T went there to find some clev to Jack WinsloW's present where abouts," Thorne explained. "AnC I was just leaving when Mrs. Sims young daughter found Mrs. Law. renee dead upstairs"
 oh, hol So Master Jack knew Mrs. Lawrence?'
 Perhaps" shortly; by a hal truth he had diverted further questioning to other channels. "Anc have you had any news of him?"
 Mitchell smiled wryly. No" he admitted But, .! If he's stil alive he's got to be in contact with some one, some time-he's got tc get food to live"
 And money to live on," added Thorne. From testimony at the inquest, he was badly strapped fol funds. It makes me think, Inspec- tor" speaking more slowly, that Jack isn't so far from home"
 Mitchell nodded grimly. He's ir cahoots with some one, that's cer- tain. I'm having Lambert shadow ed.'
 Why bert particularly" quickly
 His manner this evening when we found Jacks workshop empty was so uneasy that it aroused my suspicious" explained the inspec- tor. And I believe he must have had a hand in removing the fur niture.
 Without the knowledge of the other inmates of the house? Oh. come, Mitchell"
 Easy as pie, with the elevator" " retorted the older man. Run the elevator to the attic, fill it up, take it to the basement and choose a time when everyone is out of the housewife could be the wiser?"
 "Is the furniture and chemical apparatus in the basement?"
 Nc" acknowledged Mitchell. It could have been taken away from there in the same stealthy manner I find that it's been MT. and Mrs. Winslow's custom to spend great deal of time in town"
 And Miss Elsa Chase, recollect, she is an invalid" D.
 And for that reason not able to see what is going on,' triumph antly. The cook more or less of a fool Peter, the chauffeur ditto"
 How about the others: Lucy, the maid; the nurse, Miss Kline, and Sam Ferguson?" asked Thorne. Have you questioned them?"
 Only the first two" Mitchells active mind veered off at tan gent Say, that Lucy is cookoo; she believes in visions and all that, " vaguely She talked to Jackson about some shadow chasing her across the lawn some nights ago say, is that your car?" as they made 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?"
 FJim's bringing me some"
 Why spend time waiting. I'll run you out there" and giving Thorne no opportunity to decline, he step ped on the gas. As they turned into the Winslow estate, Thorne noticed 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- ions. 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 stop before the front door, "It1l 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 cughly that know Jack Winslow isn't there.'
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