Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 200, Indianapolis, Marion County, 30 December 1933 — Page 19

EC. 30, 1933

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7 BEGIN HERE TODAT Jrr. t jtormv November eventrjt DAVTD m* pretty blond eirl Yfod offers her a lilt In tbe cab In y.hich fwe il riding Her handbag opens and he i fee* a revolver Inside I Next, morning Bannister reads that ♦racy KING, orchestra leader In a lovle theater, has been found dad in its apartment. Police are searching for sEk "‘unknown blond” who visited King !%e night before. Bannls'er. reroember|g the girl in the taxicab, is puzzled. IHe sees her again that morning The irl tells him her name is jtUET .TRANCE and tnat she knows nothing of Ke murder . , . ™. .Re goes to see his old friend. JIM SCTON. editor of the Tremont Post. . '* 5# arranges to work on the K.ng murcase for the Post Paxton Ir.troifWPea J RANDOLPH GAINEY, star re- > Tter Whi> they are talking the as--1 ! ant city editor calls. ‘ They've Just i'lglit that girl In'” |noi/ go on with the story SEVEN <Continued) we’ve got a brunet but the •fi’s still cat,” Gainey inter- | and. “Say, where’s Henley? The f says we've got to get the de/ption of that other girl.” a a a %HE door at the end of the cor- .- jridor opened then and an l:sr in a blue uniform stepped with a rush, a Kb- figure was him. A -ed and black and tan. A and shaking defiant V '•* ** nd bursting into a torrent of r f||tjjp | |jched hysterical protests. fjpryon can’ ke‘p him here!” p ‘|irl cried. ou've got to let jfs2n go! He's my husband. He Ifiever hurt anybody. You’ve got to "set him go. Herman’s a good man. Just because he lo’ es me you want to take him away. But you can't do it! This Is a free country and I'll fight. I’ll show you where you big bums get off! Such a nerve you've got! I'll show you—” The policeman put a hand over the girl's mouth—and instantly withdrew it. j “You little devil!” he exclaimed, holding up the blood-stained fingsr. “Quiet down now or you’ll go into a cell—and stay there!’ “I won’t! I won't” screamed the girl. “This is a free country—!” It was Gainey who stepped forward. “Listen, kid,” he said, “maybe you'd like to tell me about it. I’m from the Post and I certainly /ant to see that you and your husband get a square deal.” Whatever Gainey may have expected, his words had an instant and surprising effect. Carlotta Scurlach's dark eyes widened. Then her carmined lips closed together firmly. She looked at Gainey but no words came from those lips. They walked down the corridor, Gainey at the girl's side. “I’d like to hear you side of all this,” he was saying. “There’s nothin’ doin’!” the officer told him bluntly. "She won't talk to you. I told her when she came here she wouldn't have to talk to | They disappeared down the stairs. jßannister and Cunningham reYnained to eye each other. | “Don’t think I know your name," Cunningham said apologetically. :; '‘Are you anew man?” BANNISTER nodded. Within the last few minutes he had experienced such a complete emotional that he felt almost giddy. ■He had come racing to headquarters 'from the newspaper office, thinking he would find Juliet France fthere. Juliet Francee, arrested for -murder! He could not explain, SUven to himself, the tightness in his throat that picture had evoked. Vow, after seeing the dark-eyed, shrewish Carlotta. Bannister felt relief that it was a comfort to one hand against the wall, b “Yes,” he said. “I'm working on >?he Post temporarily. Bannister’s ny name. Used to work here years ..go.” •' “Know your way around this place?” “I think so.” Gainey reappeared then, bounding up the steps, as usual, two at a time. “Wow!” he said. “If you two are going to stay. I guess I'll beat it back to the office.” “O. K.” agreed Gainey. "Tell Austin I'll call in half an hour." For the first time Bannister felt something like confidence in what he was about to do.

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“Gainey.” he said, “there's one thing I'd like to do right away. I'm about '"ight hours behind the rest of you fellows on all this but I’m going to try to catch up. I suppose you were out at the Shelby Arms this morning and saw the room —I mean King's room where they found his body? I'd like to have a look at that place myself. Windows and doors and all that. Get it in my mind. Do you suppose you could fix it up?” “Might see the chief,” Gainey suggested. 'You said you knew him, didn’t you?” Twenty minutes later, with a message signed by Chief Henley in his vest pocket, Bannister set out for the Shelby Arms. But he had an errand to take care of first. He walked across town to Sixth street, continued until he reached the Hotel Tremont. Entering, he crossed the lobby, picked up one of the house telephones and asked to be connected with Miss Juliet France’s room. The operator couldn’t seem to get the name correctly. At last Bannister heard the operator's voice and then a man's. The man said. “I’m sorry. Miss France checked out of the hotel early this afternoon.'” CHAPTER EIGHT BANNISTER repeated, in a tone of disbelief, “Checked out? You mean she’s gone? But there must be ” “Miss France checked out of the hotel early this afternoon," the voice over the wire told him crisply. Bannister heard the click that meant that the telephone call had been disconnected. He put down the instrument. He walked slowly across the lobby toward the door. But he had not taken a dozen steps before he was back. He said to the room clerk, “I understand that Miss France has left the hotel. Do you know if she left a message for me? My name is Bannister ” The room clerk turned. “I’ll see, sir,” he said and began sorting through a collection of envelopes. A moment later he shook his head. "There’s no message,” he said. “And she didn’t leave a forwarding address?” Bannister persisted. He knew", even as he asked, that she hadn't. Did this mean that the story the girl had told him that morning was a tangle of lies, made out of whole cloth to appeal to his sympathy? Did it mean she was a clever adventuress? “No, there's no forwarding address,” the clerk said briefly. Bannister thanked him, turned back toward the door. This time he w r ent out to the street, hailed a taxi and told the driver to take him to the Shelby Arms. He felt rather as though he had dived from a high spring-board and landed flat. The more he thought of it the more he was convinced that the girl had used him to suit her purpose—and how well she had done it. too!—then artfully gone her way. And she had said she had no friends and was so terrified of the police and the tears had come into her eyes! o tt tt BANNISTER muttered, “Damn!” and drew his brows together. He had forgotten that he had gone into this thing to help Juliet France, that his visit to Jim Paxton's office and the sudden, impromptu suggestion that he should go to work for the Post had all come about because of the girl. The cab slowed and came to a halt. Bannister got out, paid the driver and walked slowly up the steps. Bannister pulled the heavy door open and stepped inside. He was in a large, oblong entrance, carpeted and furnished almost like a room in an impressive private home. The only detail that was unlike a home ! was the hotel desk at the rear. A man stood there. A little at his left ! sat the switchboard operator and as Bannister moved forward he heard the operator’s softly slurred, "What : number are you calling?” <To Be Continued)

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