New Britain herald., 1930-10-17
Chapter 26 IN PURSUIT OF A SHADOW

With his blood on fire, Thorne lowered himself until he hung from the branch by his hands. Swinging back and forth he gathered momen- ; tum and releasing his grip shot : downward toward the dormer win {. dow.
 In his descent his groping, grasp 2. ing fingers tore at the wall, then at the stone ledge - slipped - and - grasped the copper gutter. With his heart racing against his ribs he a hung suspended, too weak to pull . himself upward. Getting his second !. wind he dragged his body up, up, up, and lay sprawling half on, half < off, the window ledge, just as the light in the room went out.
 = For several minutes Thorne lay /; where he was, too spent for further exertion, but his brain was on fire. Had the person in the room seen him as he shot by the window? No, by heaven, that mad whirlwind dancer could never have detectt d him. And yet-and yet-the light had gone out.
 Slowly, cautiously, he drew him. self up on the ledge and crouchel against the window, leaning his weight against it to keep his bal ance. The window, like all in the house, opened outward and was i'll two sections, resembling small, glass paned doors. Thorne's hand felt along his belt of tools and he drew out a piece of paste paper.
 Sticking it over the pane opposite . the window catch, he next took out his glass cutter. Using it with care. he cut an opening large enough for ~ him to insert his hand, and without noise he removed the paper and the glass clinging to it. Thrusting his x Fingers through the hole it took the {. fraction of a second to unlatch that side of the window. Revolver in
 hand he slipped over the sill and Into the room, shutting the window !. behind him.
 % Not a sound broke the stiffness as he stood with back against the , wall. He slid one foot along after 'e the other. sideways, until he judged he must be halfway around the room and almost opposite the win }. dow. He ran his left hand over the
 board paneling in search of a light switch. As he again moved side Z ways. his shoulders brushed against <: a door jamb and he Matted This time his groping fingHrs ioUr the ''s switch.
 .=-- Thorne blinked, Mir ieG Sv the
 light. It was a selon., befo-e he .a saw clearly. He had the room to a' himself. Turning to the door he < thrust the brass bolt on it in place, . then>made minute survey of what % had been Jack Winslow's workshop. The only indication of the purpose to which the room had been put was the long sink against the wall, the special electric fixtures hanging from the ceiling and a built-in shelf with glass doors. Except for that and fire extinguisher, the walls
 were bare.
 !, Careful to keep from walking be- tween the light and the window, ,i Fhorne dropped on hands and knees - and circled the room. The walls :. and ceiling were paneled with wall
 board and he had about completed < his tour when he spied a break in the paneling. Drawing closer, he saw that it was panel set on
 hinges. It opened easily and he looked into dark aperture. With
 an inward curse that he had neg lected to bring his flashlight with :. him. he glanced hurriedly about the
 room. One of the electric fixtures tBagainst the wall had an extension fs cord attached. Picking up the bulb
 at the end of the cord he carried it to the tiny closet and looked inside.
 Evidently the closet, or cupboard,