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By Harold Cray.
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Chapter 29
A CONFESSION
"And you know some other things
too. Right?" promptea inorne son
If.
The butler nodded.
Then why not go to Mr. Win
low?" questioned Thome 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. Winslow
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, tho
she pretends to be fond of Mr. jack.
she really hates him." Seeing the
unbelief In Thome's expression,
Lambert added hastily: "Oh, I can
prove what I say, but on one condi
tion" "I don't bargain. Lambert," re
torted Thome with stem emphasis,
"Say what you have to say quickly
or leave."
Lambert hesitated. "At least prom
ise to leave my name out of the
Hills-Mercer stock brokerage af
fair." he pleaded, in genuine agita
tion. "It will kill my chances of an
other place If they found I 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. Lam
bert." he ordered, throwing open the
door: but the butler stood his
around.
"If not for my sake, promise for
the sake of young Miss Chase," he
begged, his watchful eyes trying M
read his companion a face, "l ve seen
you looking at her when she wasn't
noticing. Ood knows, she needs a
Iriend."
Thorne paused. Lambert had with
unerring Instinct advanced the ons
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, "I'll make
you suffer for it. Where Is Jack
Winslow?"
Lambert came closer and, unin
vited, took a chair at Thome's el
bow.
"On an old canal boat, the Jenny
Wren, above Great Palls." The but
ler spoke rapidly, casting frequent,
uneasy glances over his shoulder.
"The old couple who own the boat
are devoted to Mr. Jack: he be
friended their only son. The boat
is berthed in the canal beyond Lock
Tavern Club. I know," with more
emphasis, noticing Thome's skep
tical air, "because I went with him
when he took the things from his
workshop to the boat."
"And why did he do that?"
Lambert shook his head. "I'm not
sure," he admitted evasively. "We
smuggled them to Mr. Jack's car
that night, Tuesday, I mean, and I
brought the car back to tile garage
without Peter, the chauffeur, be
ing any the wiser."
"And .the other servants, didn't
they see you taking the things away
In the car?"
"I dojjed 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."
Thome leaned forward. "How
about Ferguson? He doesn't sleep In
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 admiringly of
your coworker," commented Thome,
dryly. "Jealous, eh?"
"Of him? Say, what are you talk
ing about?" The scorn In the man's
toice was unmistakable and Thome's
eyes twinkled. "That lobster I Why,
he wouldn't have been kept on but
that Dr. Kane recommended him to
Mrs. Winslow."
Thome smothered his surprised
ejaculation. Lambert was, indeed,
telling him news.
"So Ferguson knew Dr. Kane In
the past?" He stroked his chin while
never removing his gaze from Lam
bert. "Did he see the doctor private
ly on Monday night?"
No. sir:" Lambert spoke itn pos-
itlveness; "only when the doctor was
dead. You remember, he found tiie
body lying on the ground."
Why did Jack Winslow attack
his uncle on Tuesday afternoon? No
lies," striking the desk a resounding
blow with his fist.
"They quarreled over Miss Chase:
at least that's the part I overheard,"
mumbled Lambert. "I I was pass
ing and and the door was open
and they were both loud-spoken. Mr.
Jack was broken up about it, when
he came to his senses."
Oh, so Mr. Jack has brain storms.
has be?"
Lambert nodded sorrowfully. "Like
his father before him, sir, I under
stand. Mr. Jack reeled out of the
den and begged me to help htm get
away. I suspect," speaking In a con
fidential whisper, "Mr. Jack tnougnt
he'd choked his uncle to death."
"Lambert." the detective spoke
slowly, Impressively, "was It before
this scene with his uncle or after It
that he arranged with you to get
his belongings out of his workshop
In the attic?"
"Before, sir," the response was
snoken with the promptness of
truth.
"And why," Thorne leaned closer
in his earnestness, "did not Jack
Winslow take his personal belong
ings with him his clothes: appar-
ently he left without even a tooth
brash."
"He had a bag full of things on
the canal boat already."
"You mean 'all ready.' " swiftly,
"for a quick get-away? Lambert,
your words Imply premedlated mur
der "
"They don't neither." protested
the butler hotly. "You're putting
words l i my mouth I didn't say.
That there bag's been on the canal
boat for a month or more. Mr.
Jack's very fond of fishing and co
noelng and he used to sleep on
board the Jenny Wren sometimes
when fishing late, and the boat was
down this way.
"Did Mr. Jack see Miss Chase be
fore leaving Oaklands Tuesday af
ternoon?" he asked.
"No, sir." Forestalling further
questioning, the butler added swift
ly, "Mr. Jack wasn t In shape to see
any one. least of all his sweetheart.
He told me to tell her she would
hear from htm in' a day or so and
not to worry."
"You gave her that message?"
"I did."
"Did you tell her that Mr. Jack
had gone?
"No." Lambert supplemented the
gruff monosyllable in some haste,
reading the scorn In Thome's eyes.
"Mr. Jack said he would write her
where he was and full particulars
how to get to him.
"Did he do so?"
Lambert nodded. "The note came
last night, under cover of one to
me."
And you gave that note to Miss
Chase?" persisted Thome, sternly.
- Again the butler averted nis eyes.
"I- was in the devil's own hurry-to
get away," he admitted, swallowing
hard. "Then, too, Miss Chase had
made me mad "
Ha. in what way?" The detective
was watching his companion as a
cat watches a mouse, ready to
sprlng' You tried to extort money"
nis jaw snot oui you curi
Lambert winced, "sne gave me
money of her own free will," he
whined. "Twasn't that. She's been
trying to prejudice Mr. Winslow
against me, and get me fired."
And so you held back Mr, Jack s
note?"
"No. I didn't, exactly. But I left
It on my pillow for Lucy to take to
her the next morning. She has It
by now."
Thorne shook his head. "Lucy
preferred to have Mrs. Winslow see
it first," he announced softly.
With a bound Lambert gained his
feet, his face livid. "By she double
crossed met The lying 1" He raved
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