New Britain herald., 1930-10-18

T can tell you that"
 Chapter 29
 A CONFESSION
 And you know some other things too. Right?" prompted Thorne softly.
 The butler nodded.
 Then why not go to Mir. Wins- low?" questioned Thorne curiously.
 For the first time Lambert did not look directly at the detective.
 The ad says to come to you" he pointed out. Besides, Mrs. Wins low wouldn't let her husband give me any money, if she could help it. The man passed his tongue over his lips. She's not generous, and. though she pretends to be fond of Mir. Jack, she really hates him. Seeing the unbelief in Thorne's ex- plession, Lambert added hastily "Oh, I can prove what 1 say, but on one condition. ."
 T don't bargain, Lambert re- tcrted Thorne with stern emphasis. Say what you have to say quickly or leave"
 Lambert hesitated. At least promise to leave my name out Of the Hills Mercer stock brokerage affair."" he pleaded. in genuine agl- tation. Tt will kill my chances Of another place if they found l played the ponies and the stock market. I don't know how you got wise to my being in with the bucket-shop gang; just keep it to yourself, sir, and you can have half of this ere reward"
 Thorne sprang up. Get out, Lambert" he ordered. throwing open the door; but the butler stood his ground.
 "If not for my sake. promise for the sake of young Miss Chase" he begged, his watchful eyes trying to read his companions face. i've seen you looking at her when she wasn't noticing. God knows, she needs a friend"
 Thorne paused Lambert had with unerring instinct advanced the one plea he could not refuse.
 GO ahead, Lambert" he directed. But recollect, I make no promises, and if you lie to me- his firm mouth closed ominously, "Ill make you suffer for it. Where is Jack Winslow?"
 Lambert came closer and. unin- vited. took a chair at Thorne's el- bow.
 "On an old canal boat, the Jenny Wren. above Great Falls The but Ter spoke rapidly. casting frequent, uneasy glances over his shoulder. ''The old couple who own the boat are devoted to Mir. Jack he be- friended their only son. The boat is berthed in the canal beyond Lock Tavern Club. I know" with more emphasis, noticing Tho,nes skep- teal air, "because I went with him when he took the things from his V workshop to the boat"
 And why did he do thato"
 Lambert shook lis head. I'm rot sure,' he admitted evasively, We smuggled them into Mr. Jacks car that nigft. Tuesday, I mean and l brought the car back to the garage without Peter, the chauffeur, being any the wiser.'
 And the other servants, didn't they see you taking the things away in the car?"
 T doped their food at supper: oh, not to hurt, but by eleven o'clock they were all asleep, dead to the world, and Inspector Mitchell didn't have any one watching Oaklands then so we got off unseen"
 Thorne leaned forward How about Ferguson? He doesn't sleep ir the house.
 No, but he eats there, and he got his share of dope along with the rest" Lambert laughed mirthless- ly. The dirty dog.'
 You don't speak admirngly of your coworker," commented Thorne, dryly. Jealous, eh?"
 "Of him2 Say. what are you talking about?" The scorn in the mans voice was unmistak able and Thorne's eyes twinkled. That lobster. Why he wouldn't have been kept on but that Dr. Kane