The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-10-28

up here," he said. Meanwhile" turning back to the waiter as the manager left, "let us have your fln- gerprints, will you7"
 Grinning broadly, the waiter com- piled. The bus boy, looking very scared, was brought up a moment later, and his prints likewise were recorded. Then, dismissing the serv- ants and the manager, Larry turned to LaRocco.
 Finding anything7"
 Plenty" said LaRocco grimly. One of the other agents was wrapping up the odds and ends of discarded belongings that had been found in the place. There were. not many; 8 nearly-empty tube of saving cream, 8 necktie, a torn slip of pink silk, half a dozen detective-story magazines, and so on. The other two were going over furniture and walls like ferrets, looking for anything and everything and finding nothing. An hour later Larry made 8 final survey of the place, and nodded to the others.
 "We're through here," he said. Lets go."
 As they reached the lobby he sought out the doorman.
 "Where do the guests here usually park their cars?" he asked. The doorman named Q commercial garage block away. LaRocco and Tommy Waters called a cab and went downtown. while the other three hurried to the garage. There Larry sought out the manager and produced once more his rogues' gallery por- trait of Wingy Lewis.
 The manager studied it thought fully, then nodded.
 Looks like him." he said.
 Once more Larry asked the inev- itable question. Did you notice his hands?" The garage manager re- piled as the waiter had done; after puzzling over the question for mo- ment his face frightened, and he recalled that the man had lacked the index finger on his left hand. Larry grunted with satisfaction.
 What kind of 8 car did he driver" he asked.
 "Well, he came here with a La- Place sedan," said the manager. Then about a week or ten days ago he came in with a new one a big 12-cylinder Frontennac, dark blue with gold beading and blue wire wheels"
 He stuck his head out of the lit- tie wicket in his office, where they were talking, and called colored attendant. Hey, Hank! Come here, will you?"
 Hank came over; a tall, intelli- gent-looking colored man in tan brooches and puttees, 8 blue shirt open at the throat. Larry immedi- ately asked him about MT. Lewis's big blue Frontenace: had he ever noticed anything unusual about it?
 "Nothin' 'cept that it was awful i heavy" said Hank.
 "Ah," said Larry softly. How'd you happen to notice that?"
 well" said Henry, "he brought it in one night an told me to change the oil, so took it up on the third floor and run it on the rack. Stead of havin' pits here we got wooden racks, like" He ges- tured with his hands to illustrate their arrangement of inclined par allel rails. T run 1t up on there, and the first upright on the right hand rail broke. Didn't break of short-just cracked an split. I back it of an had look at the upright. Good strong piece of wood; never thought anything less'n a five-ton truck would crack 1t. So I took the car over to the fillin' station on the corner, where they got pits, an had it done."
 "Mmm. Notice anything else about it?"
 "Wings of the hood was awful heavy, too. Like liftin' pieces of stel to open up an get at the oil intake"
 Beyond that, Hand had noticed nothing. He was dismissed, and Larry turned to the manager and asked him when Lewis had left that morning.
 "Just about an hour ago." the manager replied. Bought 10 gall Ions of gas and showed of, with a girl in the front seat beside him and suitcases in the back"
 "Just a girl?" There wasn't an- other man along?"
 "No. Just the girl"