Capital journal. (Salem, Or.) 1919-1980, September 03, 1930, Page 6, Image 6

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    PAGE SIX
THE CAPITAL JOURNAL, SALEM, OREGON
WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 3, 1930
LITTLE ORPHAN ANNIE
Untouched By Human Hands
By Harold Gray.
Br NATALIE SVMN&B LINCOLN
CH APTER I
FAMILY SECRETS
"You may leave the coffee, Lam
bert," as tlx butler lifted the small
electric percolator to put It back on
the Invalid's tray in front of Mrs.
Wins low.
"Have the others dined?"
''Yes, madam. Mr, Thorne has re
turned." "Good. Ask him to come to my
boudoir, Lambert, and tell Dr. Mc
Lane I will be greatly obliged if he
will join us there."
"Very good, madam." But still
Lambert lingered. "If you please, I'll
not be here tonight."
"Oh!" Mrs. Win low's thoughts,
which bad strayed elsewhere, came
back to the servant with a rush.
"This isn't your usual night off,
Lambert."
"I'll take It instead, madam." The
butler's manner was perfectly re
spectful. "You won't be needing me
tonight," with a placating smile
which disarmed his mistress.
"See that the house is leaked up
before you leave," directed Mrs.
Wlnslow. "And tell Lucy to come the
instant I ring.
The moment the door was safely
closed behind the butler, Mrs. Wlns
low left her easy chair and went
over to the telephone. She lifted the
instrument to her ear and spoke
Into the mouthpiece. Ferguson's
throaty tones came over the wire.
"Yes, ma'am."
'Ferguson?" then sure of his iden
tity, "You are to carry out my or
ders implicitly."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Be watchful tonight, Ferguson,
and on your guard when Lambert is
around.
"I will ma'am, don't you be afear
ed." She replaced the telephone and
crossed the room to her boudoir. She
entered it Just as Lambert showed
Thorne and McLane in through the
hall door.
"You gentlemen already know
each other," she said, turning with
a touch of eagerness to the physi
cian. "How is Arnold?"
"Resting quietly; he dropped off
to sleep soon after regaining con-
sclousness," replied McLane. "How
are you feeling?"
"Oh, quite myself." Mrs. Winslow's
white, pinched features contradicted
her statement, but McLane forbore
to comment. "My husband,'' she
continued, turning to the silent de
tective, "had a heart attack Just be
fore dinner."
"I am sorry," exclaimed Thome.
I found a telephone call to come
here, but had I known I would not
have disturbed you."
"I sent for you," she broke in. "I
understood from my husband that
he has retained your resvices pro
fessionally to" she hesitated "to
investigate the mysteries mysteri
ous happenings out here," correct
ing herself. "Arnold said that while
you had not definitely promised your
aid, the check he had offered you
was not left on his desk."
"I took it." Thome's eyes never
left Mrs. Winslow. "Frankly, Mrs.
Wlnslow, Dr. McLane'' statement as
to the result of the autopsy alter-,
ed my decision.
"Ah, I am glad." She rose, and
with a sudden graclousness which !
sat well upon her: "My husband1
will be equally pleased." 1
"But tell him that I shall not
cash the check now," Thome's
pleasant mnnner matched hers in
courtesy ''Can I do anything for
you ?"
"You have already given me great
comfort," suavely, although her
heart was beating swiftly. "I will
tell Arnold when he awakens that
Dr. McLane and I have your prom
ise to undertake the case. Poor Ar
nold, to have another attack at this
time. Shall I sit up with Arnold
tonight. Doctor?"
Mrl,nne shook Ms hend. "Miss
I
Kline will look after him," he said.
Mrs. Kinslows tired face light
ened and returning the friendly
pressure of his hand she bowed to
Thorne and withdrew to her own
room.
In the hall tho physician hesi
tated, then spoke under his breath:
"Come this way. Thorne." And
side by side the two men walked
the short distance to Arnold Wins
low's bedroom.
Winslow lay sleeping partly on
his right side. The doctor turned
back the sheet and blanket, which
were pulled up to his chin, and ex
posed his throat. On the white
flesh bruises were distinctly visible.
With a movement so deft that it
elicited McLane's silent commenda
tion. Thome drew out a small mag
nifying glass and studied the marks
on the skin, then gently replaced
the bed covers witnout disturbing
the sleeping man.
It was not until they were in the
lower hall once more that the de
tective spoke.
Was he choked Into insensibil
ity?" he asked, in little more than
m whisper.
'I would say so, cryptically, "but
his wife claims it was another heart
attack." McLane picked up his hat
and overcoat and with a signifcant
jerk of his head In the direction of
the card room, led the way there
instead of toward the front door.
"Mrs. Wins low's statement that
her husband has put the Kane case
in your hands has decided me to
speak of certain facts," he hesitated,
then with a quick, friendly smile;
"perhaps I'll regret my impulse, but
" with an appraising glance at
Thorne standing gravely by him,
"I feel you will respect my con
fidence." "I will," and the finality of the
tone pleased the physician.
"It is not my custom to discuss
conditions I find in the homes of
my patients," he weqt on. "A doc
tor is frequently looked on as a
father confessor, and we cannot
help becoming aware of information
not intended for publication."
"I understand," supplemented
Thome quickly. "Suppose I ques
tion you," and as McLane nodded
his acquiescence; "Where did you
find Mr. Winslow unconscious?"
"In bed," succinctly. "Mrs. Wins
low said he fainted in her boudoir,
and that with the help of Lambert
she got him to his own room and on
the bed when he fainted again. He
regained consciousness soon after
I got here and dropped off to sleep.
It so happens," McLane leaned
against a comer of the larger ma
hogany card table; "that Winslow
came into my office ten days ago.
complaining of failing eyesight; so
he underwent a stride physical ex
amination at the request of his
oculist; the tests gave no informa
tion of any heart trouble."
"How about his blood pressure?"
"Just above normal; nothing to
have produced this condition," with
a wave of his hand toward the cell
ing. "I told him to quit drinking
bootleg liquor and perhaps his sight
would improve."
"Is he a hard drinker?" quickly.
"Not ordinarily, no." McLane hes
itated. "I Imagine Mrs. Wlnslow
did not always approve of some of
the stag parties he gave," with a
reminiscent chuckle, then sobering
Instantly; "by the way, she's the
gray mare in the stable and no
body's fool."
"And yet she told you her hus
band was ill from a heart attack?"
McLane shifted his weight to his
right foot. "Perhaps she was kid
ding herself," he suggested; "you
can never tell about a woman."
Thome's eyes gleamed under his
heavy lashes. "Is Mr. Wlnslow at
tentive to other women?" he asked,
quickly.
The doctor shook his head. "Not
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