New Britain herald., 1930-10-20

Not finding Mrs. Winslow in her bcudoir, Lucy ran downstairs just in time to answer the front door bell and admit Inspector Mitchell. who requested to see Mir Wins1ow. At his entrance Arnold Winslow hung up the telephone receiver and pulled forward a chair. i've been trying to get you" he began Where the devil is Thorne? ?" Haven't seen him since early morning. 1 have some news for you"
 "Yes?" Winslow hitched his chair forward; the inspectors quiet voice held a hint of excitement.
 Mitchell took folded newspaper out of his pocket and a photograph; :; laying the latter face down on Wins Jews flat-top desk. he pointed to the column of obituary notices. Did you see this? No? Then I'll read it to you:
 LAWRENCE, MRS. BEN. -
 Suddenly, at her late residence
 in 35th St, N. w., Washington,
 last night. Notice of funeral
 later. Body at city morgue. That mean anything to you?"
 "No.' admitted Winslow, frankly mystified by the inspectors impress slve manner. T don't recall any Mrs. Lawrence"
 We'll" Mitchell paused for eff feet; he was enjoying himself. She was the divorced wife of Dr, Joseph Kane"
 Good Lord." The exclamation was echoed by his wife as she came into the den. Singular she and Kane should have died within a few days of each other and both here!"
 Tt sure is" agreed Mitchell heartily, springing up to offer his chair to Mrs. Winslow. Most sin- gular."
 "Please sit down again; I prefer to stand" and going to her hus- bands side she rested a hand on his shoulder. Was Sara ill long?"
 No; heart trouble the autopsy showed, although dope might have been a contributory cause.'
 "A merciful death" commented Mrs. Winslow softly. Poor Sara; her married life was brief and most unhappy. She was at fault" rais- ing grave eyes to the inspector.
 He nodded. 'I imagine so from what I've learned. You know her career in Boston, Mr. Winslow?"
 'I have heard of her, but we nev- CT met" responded the latter. Kane divorced her shortly before 1 be- came acquainted with him."
 "Ah, then this photograph wouldn't interest you" Mitchell picked it up from the desk as he spoke and turned it about. Ut was taken after death at the morgue." Catching a glimpse of Wirslow's agitated countenance, he added has, tiiy: "It's rather d ghastly picture; perhaps I shouldn't have shown it to you and your wife. I'm sorry"
 Winslow brushed his apology aside with a wave of his hand. Let me have the picture" Peering at It intcntly for a second in silence, he laid it face up on the desk and turned 10 his silent companions, his excitement rising. When l said just now I didn't know Sara Kane or a Mrs. Lawrence I did not realize they were this woman; that is, ? observing their bewilderment at his incoh erent remark. i've seen this woman hanging about Oaklands within the last six weeks, talking 70 Elsa Chase"
 What" It was Mrs. Winslow who spoke and her voice was sharp almost shrill, What did she wish with Elsa?''
 'I don't know" said Winslow. She sent me notes. making ap- pointments she never kept. insinu- ating in these notes that she knew something discreditable to Elsa. That's why I employed Thorne, to find out what it's all about. And now the woman's dead and Thorne failed, dash him." pounding his fist on the desk in his bitter disappoint- ment.
 Hold on!" cautioned Mitchell. "Thorue may know: he it was who located the dead woman and put me wise as to her identity"
 And he hasn't reported to me 2" Winslow spoke in sudden, blind anger. And he is aware how vital it is to me to know all concerning Elsa"
 Wait" His wife's restraining hand on his shoulder kept him in his seat. T will go and interview