Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 196, Indianapolis, Marion County, 26 December 1933 — Page 15

DEC. 26. 1933.

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nroix Hrar, todat DAVID BANSH3TF.R return* from Hollywood to hi* former home. Tremont, for & ret He 1* trying to forget ADELE ALLEN, film actress, who h*s Jilted him Bannister goes to dinner with hi* old friend. JIM PAXTON, now editor of the Tremont Post. La*r he tskes a cab home The cab is halted in front of the Shelby Arm*, apartment hotel by a traffic light. A girl comes out of the hotel and rushes o the cab When she sees Bannister he Is embarrassed but agrees to ride with him *o her desrinatlon. In the cab she drops hew handbag and Bannister see* that it contains a revolver. A few minute* later she leaves. Next morning Bannister reads that TRACY KINO orchestra leader In a movie theater, has been found dead In hi* apartment at the Shelby Arms. Police are looking for an "unknown blond" who visited King the night before Bannister, remembering the girl In the cab, !* puxried Downtown later that morning he meet* her again. CHAPTER THREE 'Continued) "It's all of two miles down to Broad street,” his aunt warned. "Exercise will do me good,” he told her. fa a a BY 11 o’clock that morning David Bannister was still wrestling with his problem. The walk downtown had in no wise eased his mind. He could, of course, stroll over to Central headquarters and say to Captain McNeal. “I think I can identify your unknown blond murderess. I think I saw the weapon she used and helped her escape. I think I know the time of the murder—” He could tell McNeal the story and he was certain that, as an aggressive, thoroughgoing police official, the captain would pounce upon It as first-hand testimony. Bannister could say, "I left her at the Tremont some time before 10 o’clock —” Only he couldn’t. He remembered that look in the girl’s eyes and knew he couldn't do that. Years of newspaper experience reminded him, "The hardest ones always look the softest.” "Damn!” Bannister swore vehemently and decided to buy a New York newspaper. He’d find something to read that wasn’t plastered all over with details of Tremont's latest crime. There was only one place in the city to buy a New York newspaper —the news counter in the Tremont. Bannister went there, threw down a coin and picked up the newspaper. He hesitated, then started toward the writing room. He had to cross a short passageway that was rather dimly lighted. Bannister took a dozen steps forward and then stopped. Just ahead, directly facing him, was the girl of the taxi ride—the girl in the green suit! a a a V CHAPTER FOUR r I 'HE girl paused, chin lifted a trifle defiantly. "Well,” she said steadily, "why don’t you take me to the police? That’s what you’ve come for, isn't it?” Somehow’ Bannister couldn’t find the words he w’anted. “But—” he stammered, “I mean—” "I'd rather get it over with,” the girl assured him. “Right aw r ay. What are you waiting for?” She was dressed exactly as she had been the night before, in the green suit with the bit of fur at the throat and the close-fitting green hat. Suddenly he was moved to action. He might be making a mistake but he couldn’t help it. “Listen,” he said, “you can’t stay here! And you shouldn’t be wearing those clothes. Don’t you know that? You’re taking a terrible rusk—" The defiance dropped from the girl’s face. She stared at him. Then, in an unbelieving tone, she asked, “You mean—you aren’t going to arrest me?” It was so silly that Bannister laughed. “I’m not a policeman,” he said. “Did you think I was? I don’t know any reason why I should take you to the police but I warn you that if you keep on wearing that green outfit you’re likely to find yourself at headquarters.” The girl's eyes sought his. “I know!” she said. "But I haven’t

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anything to wear. I'm afraid to go out to buy anything!” Suddenly despair and pleading came into .the gray eyes. “Will you help me?” she begged. “Oh, will you?” a a a DAVID BANNISTER hadn’t expected anything of the sort “Why, I don’t now’—” he began. “Oh. please! You must!” “Listen,” Bannister said soberly, "maybe you'd better tell me a few things. We ought to go somewhere where we can talk.” “There's a room right here,” said the girl eagerly. "Nobody was in it when I left a minute ago. I’ll—--111 tell you all about everything—but promise you'll help me!” “I’ll do what I can,” he assured her. and was amazed at himself. She led the way to the writing room—a small, irregularly shaped retreat with a few desks shaded by green lamps. There was no one else there. At the far end of the room two large club chairs had been turned so that they faced the street. Only the backs of the chairs were visible from the doorw’av. Bannister saw them and strode forward. “Here,” he said, “let's sit here.” They settled themselves and Bannister, screwing his neck about uncomfortably, concluded they were safe from observance for the time being. “Take off your hat,” he suggested to the girl. “It will make you look different.” She drew’ off the cape-like bit of felt and ribbon and automatically raised one hand to smooth her hair. Very attractive hair, with gleaming, golden high lights and darker, richer tones in the shadow. a a a FOR the first time Bannister inspected that face closely, and registered approval. She was pretty —but by no means the prettiest girl he had seen. This girl had something else—character and distinction. And this girl was wanted for murder. “Well,” he said uneasily, “you w’ere going to tell me about it—” She nodded. “I’ll tell you everything,” she agreed, “if only you’ll help me. I—l must tell someone. I can’t stand it any longer!” "Maybe .w’e’d better begin with names,” he suggested. “Mine is Bannister, by the way—David Bannister." “Oh!” She eyed him inquiringly. “I’ve heard that name somewhere. You're not—?” “No one of the slightest importance, I assure you. I'm—well, just now’ I’m out of a job.” He thought for a moment there was sympathy in the gray eyes. Then they turned away. “Out of a job,” the girl repeated. “That’s w’hy I came to Tremont. I thought I could get a job here—” “But you haven’t told me who you are?” “My name,” she said, “is Juliet France. I don't live in Tremont. I’ve never been here before, but I had to have a job. That’s why I came.” She was reciting the words slow’ly, intently. “I sing a little,” the girl w’ent on. “Not professionally, but I’ve often sung in public.” “You knew Tracy King?” Bannister asked. Her face, that had seemed pale before, whitened. “I’d never seen him before in all my life!” she exclaimed. “Never—before last night. And I didn’t kill him! I swear I didn’t! Oh, please believe me when I tell you that!” a a a BANNISTER leaned forward. Then you were there!” he said. “You were in King's apartmen. You’re the girl the police are looking for!” “But I tell you I didn’t kill him! I didn't!” “The gun ?” (To be continued)

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With a brutal oath, Zveri leaped to his feet and whipped out his revolver. But as he levelled It at Romero, Zora struck his arm and stepped between them. “Are you mad, Zveri?” she cried. "Silence," hissed Zveri, “I am chief here. Stand aside!” Again he took aim.

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