Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 201, Indianapolis, Marion County, 1 January 1934 — Page 13

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BEGIN here today On i stormv November evenlnpr DAVID BANNISTER mem * pretty blond girl end oilers her a iif- Sn the cab In which he Is ridlr.z Her handbag opens and he see* a revolver inside Next morning Bannister reads that TRACY KINO, orchestra leader in a movie theater, has been found dead in hi* apartment. Police are searching for an 'unknown blond, ' who visited Kng the night before Bannister, remem- i bering the girl in the axlcab, is puzzled. He sees her again that morning The girl tells him her name is JULIET FRANCE and that she knows nothing of the murder , . , He goes to see his old friend. JIM PAXTON, editor of the Tremont Post, and arrange, to work on the King murder case for the Post Bannister and J. RANDOLPH GAINEY, star reporter, go to police headquarters. They learn that HERMAN BCURLACH. unemployed, is in tail, accused of writing a threatening letter to King. Bannister decides to take a look at the rooms where King died and leaves. On the way he stops to see Juliet France He is informed that she has left the hotel. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER EIGHT (Continued) Bannister addressed the clerk: "Are you Mr. Link?” he asked. ‘“My name is Bannister and I’ve a note here from Chief Henley ” A swift change of expression—was It alarm or something stronger? —came over the clerk's face. ’ Yes, I’m Mr. Link,’’ he admittted. “You say Chief Henley sent you?’’ ' Bannister presented the envelope containing the note. It had beeen scrawled with a pen and was nothing more than a request that Mr. Bannister, the bearer, be permitted to see the rooms Tracy King had occupied in the hotel. ‘‘Why, why, yes, certainly,” the clerk agreed quickly. “I’ll take you up myself. If you'll just wait a moment while I get someone to take charge of the desk ” ana HE disappeared. The telephone operator, a pretty girl whose Irish ancestry was unmistakable, had been watching Bannister with open interest. Now she kept her eyes averted, lx came elaborately preoccupied with her switchboard. “Doesn’t want to talk,” Bannister decided. He turned his back on her and continued to inspect the large room. Link was back shortly, a younger man beside him. The newcomer stepped behind the desk. Link said, “Now, Mr. Bannister—” in the tone he might have used with a prospective hotel tenant, and led the way to the elevator. Neither spoke during the ascent. Bannister thought that the uniformed youth who operated the elevator displayed considerable Interest as they stepped out on the third floor and that he lingered to ' see which direction they would take. Then the sliding door closed and the elevator was on its w’ay. Side by side the two men moved down the corridor. Evidently Mr. Link was not overly experienced in the ways of police departments j and detectives. “You’re a special investigator, are you? Mr. Bannister?” he asked “Is that why you’re here?” Bannister said, “yes” and felt that he was not misrepresenting the facts. “It’s a terrible thing—Mr. King’s death,” the hotel clerk went on. “Nothing like it has ever happened since I've been here. It's been a shock to every one—the guests, the help, every one! They all knew Mr. King. He was always so pleasant. Such a fine looking young man—. “It was you who found him, wasn’t it?” Bannister asked. “Yes. Mr. Drugan and I. He didn't come back to the theater and Mr, Drugan came to find out j what was the matter. When he knocked and couldn’t get an answer he came downstairs and we went back together." “I suppose the police are sure it couldn't have been suicide?” “Oh, impossible! The coroner said that was out of the question because there were no powder burns—and then there wasn’t any gun. No, it couldn't have been suicide. Besides Mr. King had no reason to do such a thing!” “I wonder,” said Bannister. A moment later he asked, “Isn’t there any one from headquarters here now?” “Not- now.” Link sa ; d with a r ’

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,of his head. “There were half a i dozen here last night. The Chief, too. Tills morning there were two men detectives out, asking questions of the servants and some of the tenants. I'm afraid they didn't learn much. If they would only find that woman—’’ a a a HIS words broke off as he turned the key in the lock. The door swung open. Bannister saw a living room, longer than it was wide, with three windows at the end. There was an attractive dark rug on the floor, attractive, figured draperies at the : windows. Aside from these details 1 the room was completely in disorder. A desk, standing before the window had been rifled. Chairs were at all angles, one of them upturned. Pillows from the davenport had fallen to the floor. Dirt had been tramped into the carpet and there were several places where ashes had been spilled. “We haven’t done anything to the rooms at all,” Link was quick to explain. “Everything is just as they left it last night. Captain McNeal said they weren’t to be touched. I locked the door myself and it hasn't j been opened since.” Bannister considered the wreck- ! age beofre him. That was to be ! expected, of course. The photographs at headquarters would give a record of the appearance of the room exactly as it had been when King's body was found. The disorder indicated that the search of the apartment had been most thorough. “In there,” said Link, ‘is where we found him. In the bedroom.” A boyish voice called from the corridor, “Oh, Mr. Link! Mr. Link!” The clrek tinned. “Excuse me,” he said, “I’ll have to see what they want. I'll be back in a moment—” Bannister nodded. He heard the door close behind him as he moved forward, halting In the entrance to the bedroom. It was smaller than the other room and it, too, had been completely disordered. A dark, brownish stain on the gray carpet told its unmistakable story. Bannister knelt to inspect the stain. Even before he heard a sound he was aw T are of the presence behind him. There was no time for ac- ! tion. Cold perspiration stood on Banister’s forehead; he would have turned but he could not. Then something landed on his back. OHM CHAPTER NINE THE pain in his back was sharp and knife-like. Bannister's face twisted in agony but he did not cry out. It was his assailant that became vocal with a sharp, angry ! “Me-row!” and then repeated it again, “Me-row! me-row!” A cat! It must be a cat. Bannister twisted about, reaching for the animal. The cat evidently did ! not like such handling and object- ; ed. Its claws dug deeper, as it tried ; to maintain its precarious position. At last Bannister had the animal in a firm grap, pulled it about in front of him. But was it a cat Bannister had never seen such a creature. For a moment he thought it was a monkey. No, it couldn’t be. It was drawing away from him. issuing noises that were unmistakably unj friendly, unmistakably feline. All this while Bannister had been | kneeling. Now he set the animal ! on the floor, got to his feet. “Me-row!” cried the cat and | backed away. The fur over its eyes and nose ! and covering its chin was very dark I —almost black—with the definite ! outline of a mask. From out this i mask bright blue eyes gazed with a | sinister leer. The ears were dark, I too, and the feet and tail The rest of the body was brown, shading from rich cafe-au-lait on the back to creamy ivory on the chest. (To Cniinued)

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Zora Dr.nov opened her eyes and looked up into the solicitous face of Wayne Colt bending over her. "You must be the American." she said. "I am Wayne Colt,” he replied, "Yes,” she answered, "and when Zveri returns he will kill that man who was just in here.”

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“It is what he deserves,” said Colt. “Perhaps I should have done it. But you are safe now. I shall see to that until Zveri returns. The girl rose and gave him her hand. "That is good of you. I hope we shall be friends," she said.

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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