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Show 4- THE JOURNAL, LOGAN, Saturday, September 27, 1030. ROLLO ROLLINGSTONE BY ) SYNOPSIS: Jack Wins-tocadopted son e of Arnold U'tH.yiow, hae disappeared, after circuwstim-H- al et Hdence is.rZu afes that he killed Dr. Paul Kane by carbon Kane monoxide gas poisoning. had come to examine Visa Chase, beautiful crippled' girl and fiaitceo of Jack. The elder Winslow suspects she is on adventuress mid opposes the marriage. lie htft retained G. Thorne, detective, to probe her past, but Thorne is note helping investigate Kanes m dtr. The mysterious Shadow oCa human being, madly thuicing, has been seen twice at niriht, hut its source remain a 'mystery. Fisa Chase is paying hush money' to Mre. Lawreuoe. a mysterious who has some secret hold upon her. When Ferguson, the H'iuJoto visits Mrs. gardener, Lawrence on his master's behalf seeking to bribe her to reveal her - hold on Fisa, the woman, a tfrug addict, t lies suddenly of a heart attack. In a drawer of her room, Thorne, who arrives by accident, finds part of a billhead listing charges for care at a Chicago sanitarium. 23 Chapter MAN OR WOMAN? NATALIE SUMNER TAGE FlVft CACHE COUNTY, UTAH by Bruce Barr Time Out! LINCOLN While sh he explained. voluble at times, never ' discussed herself." ' Mitchell scratched his head, meditatively. "In that case we cant He turned notify her relatives. Say, what suddenly to Thorne. brought you here? eying hint In ' quisitively. native, waxed ' tlia once more the into little stepped silting room and went quickly through the tumbled contents oi the table drawer. The other half o: the Sanitarium bill was not in it, however. After a few courteous words to Dr.Sands, Inspector Mitchell led the day downstairs, but while he stopped to speak to the landlady. Thorne accompanied Jim to the l..t ters automobile.. Send this wire to Captai:. O'Brien, Police Department, Chic;, go, lie explained, scribbling tl message even as he spoke and tearing out the sheet from Ills notebook. Then go through the Rog ues Ga lery at headquarters and see if Mrs. Lawrence was ever mugged. , Thi last was almost whispered iu I get ye, he mumJims earsc bled in reply, stuffing the paper in But what about takhis pocket. ng this gas to your car?" Do that later, then join me at Oaklands. Park the car on the highway near the entrance and wait Thorne turned back to tbe for me. boarding house as Jim started errand; at the gate he met Mitchell just leaving. Can I give you a lift?" the latter inquired, seeing Jim drive away from the curb. "Thanks, yes; let me get my hat, IIM BARKER, Thorne's assistant, Ur. Winentered the renin, Inspecgate, the assistant-coronetor Mitchell, the landlady and an older man in a worn' suit of clothes. I was with Wingate' when Jim phoned. explained Mitchell.' taking a Comprehensive look at the dead woman. Brought him over in my car. Say, who is she? The little landlady, the last to enter, found courage to speak. Mrs. she stammered Ben Lawrence, Shes been through white lips. here going on two months, as nice a lady as ever I want to see. Oh, is there nothing I can do?" and- she hands-her wrttiig Well let you know, madam. Thorne bolted hack into the house. If He found his hat where he ligd Wingate spoke sympathetically. you will wait downstairs, well talk dropped it near the staircase, but to you later. instead of joining Mitchell immeWingates "examination' was com- diately, he stepped again into the pleted quickly and be looked up at front parlor. Mitchell. Mrs. Sims looked up at his en Help me move her chair hack trance and struggled to rise, bu. from the table, he suggested, but it Thorne stopped her. was Thorne who came to his assist"Here is my card, he took one ance, while Jim drew out the as he spoke from his bill folder. drawer at the same time, so that it My phone number Is there also; aud her hands moved back simulta- please call me if you need assist neously with her body in the chair. ance, that is, as to money, noting With intense curiosity, the men her startled look; funeral arrangegathered about and gazed down ments for Mrs. Lawrence will have into the drawer. It was filled, ap- to be made. That is what distracts me, adparently, with odds and ends, handkerchiefs, scarfs aud feminine mitted Mrs. Sims; she liked Thorite knickknacks. Toward the frout aud instinctively and placed confidence directly under Mrs. Lawrences in the big, silent man. "To think hands were scraps of paper, torn of her being put in the Potters field and twisted. Mitchell picked up the the poor dear. She wrung her pieegg ap.dpin'ead hein out but the hands. "I have no idea- vltcfe ; sh; pictures aud type were so mutilated, was from, what part of the country.' so Creased and worn that they were nor the names of any relatives. unreadable and unrecognizable. You took her in on faith alone?" Some newspaper clippings, he with a sharp, questioning look. - The aiiuouucea. The landlady colored to the roots puor sou! must have destrajcS the- in her last con- of her hair. Mrs. Lawrence paid t vulsion. Whats that in her hands?" month in advance and didn't ques Wingate and Thorne turned the tion the price, she said simply. hands over and loosened the lingers Was Mrs. Lawrence amply supabout a twisted piece of paper, to plied with money? which they still clung. Mitchell Lately, praps she- - was more picked, up the strip and put the careful," she acknowledged. There was some hitch two or three day., torn edges together. Whats this The .Dancing Sil- ago at the Metropolis Bank aboc' And some check. he read aloud. houette, Thorne' smiled down r.t I see. thats all,1' turning the strip over. Tell me, As he lifted his head to glance up the nervous little lady. at his companions, his eyes fell on Mrs. Sims, did. Mrs. Lawrence reMrs. Lawrences arms from which ceive much company? The landlady shook her head. the loose sleeves of her had dropped hack. From shoulder No." to elbow, the flesh was covered with Tonight, insinuatingly. Think, red needle scars. Hello, so she took Mrs. Sims. "Mary, the latters daughter, who dope! lie questioned, had been a rapt listener, broke into An overdose? "She 4old me, the conversation. pointing to the dead woman. It was not Wingate who replied after you went out, Ma, to let whoI am Dr. Sands, ever come and asked for her right but the stranger. And he explained upstairs, she volunteered. Inspector Mitchell, Mrs. Lawrence has be?n ill off and so when the gentleman came about on since her stay in Washington eight oclock, I showed him right aud I have attended her. I warned up. Thorne looked at. the Ah! her of her dangerous heart condiAnd tion. Angina, he said significant- young girl, much pleased. he like this caller? was what ly.' There That The girl shook her head, I see. Wingate nodded. Observing would explain this." with a pitying wasnt much light." How- Thornes disappointment, she addglance at the dead woman. ever, there will have to be an in- ed: "He was 'bout middle height and examina- wrapped up in his coat. He had quest and a tion. You will be called, Dr. Sands. nice teeth, though, and a pleasant Thorne lifted the dead woman in smile thats all X saw just his his strong arms and carried her mouth. Thorne, oh, Thorne? Inspector to the large brass bed in the next room. As he laid her down and Mitchells voice boomed through withdrew his supporting arm from the house as he poked his head inunder her head, the button on his side the front door. Come along. In a second!" Thorne turned coat sleeve caught in her wig gild swiftly back to mother and daughdragged it off. In a Holy mackerel!" ejaculates Jim, ter and addressed the latter startled out of his usual silence low voice. Are you quite sure Mr3. when he saw the womans shaven Lawrence's visitor was a man? The young girls eyes almost head and the hideous scar, as he popped out of her head. went to Thornes assistance. remarked A bum, evidently, Why. eh, why, eh, she stain sur- mered, bis voice was very soft and .Wingate. "Its a wonder she low thats all I know. vived it. Ever hear her speak of any rela(Copyright. D. Appleton A Co. tives, Dr. Sands? asked Mitchell. .The- - physician shook his head Who was Mrs. Lawrence's first , visitor? Read tomorrows chapter. 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