Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 202, Indianapolis, Marion County, 2 January 1934 — Page 13

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UNKNOWN BLOND By Lwun Lou BPQOKMAN

, BEGIN HERE TODAY \ On a utormy November fvnins? DAVID IfIAWNISTER uiW' a pretty blond elrl alnd offer* her * lift in the cab m which hlr* U rxJlns Her handbag opens and hie •*** a revnr.er inside. VHext morning Bar.n-.~-.er read* that 7 tV'.ACY KINO orchestra -der. ha* been lolfend dead in his apartment Police are *ea|rchtng for an .nfcnown blond. hrl visited Ki.-.k the night before. BanVils'er. remen.tiering the girl in the ta*ior ab 1* pnz7’erl H*'. see* her again that morning. The ...tells him her r arr.e Is JULIET Iba! <CE and swear* she know.* nothing 0 f th( murder She beg! Bannister to heir; her and h agree* goes to see h.‘ o.d fyend. JIM PAX,TON editor of the Tremont Post, and ,* arrange* to work on me lung m tas der cae for the Post. Later he re" trns to the hotel *o see Juliet France B . 4 .earn she has disappeared, lSannlster gee to *<• the room In a-/.-:. Kir.g • A? he stand? In the (j.fior'.av some'h.-ig lands on hi* back. , NOW r.O ON WITH THE STOKY CHAPTER NINE (Continued! A cat’ Yes. Bannister knew what it was now T 1 • masked face made it look rather like a monkey or a raccoon, but it was a cat all right. A Siamese cat, a member of that cat family known as royal, because for centuric s they were pets of Siamese royalty. The cat withdrew still further, circled uncertainly and then leaped agilely to a window ledge. There it sat, steadily regarding Bannister. The man rubbed hin bruised shoulders. "All right," he said, “we'll call it a truce —so long as you don't trv that trick again! Lord, what claws! Keep your distance and I'll • keep mine." ' There were two windows in the bedroom. One on the .south and one on the west. Bannister stepped to the nearest of them and looked out. Nothing below but a smooth plot of grass in the court. Beyond was the rear wing of the building, jutting out, just as did this central wing. Certainly there was no access to that window from above or below. a a b HE moved to the other window. A two-story cottage, white with a green roof, stood below behind a boxwood hedge. It was a neat cottage, rather old-fashioned. Shades were drawn at the windows. Bannister knew the place. It belonged to old Judge Price, retired now and living in Florida. But there was nothing to be seen from that window to explain the brownish stain on the carpet. That, of course, must be where they had found Tracy King's body. Bannister turned, giving his attention once more to the interior of the bedroom. It must have been rather untidy even before the detectives had made their search. There seemed to be so much in the room; a bed; a chest of drawers—several of them pulled out. and spilling their contents; two chairs, one of white leather of modernistic design; a night table holding a carafe and empty glass; a wardrobe trunk tilted on end; a small radio; a photograph in a silver frame showing a pretty girl smiling— Denise Lang. Yes, the place was certainly chaotic. And yet there was nothing there that seemed out of keeping with what Bannister had learned about Tracy King. A vain man, no doubt. Extravagant or he would not have been living at the Shelby Arms. A young man who liked to give parties, judging from the tall glasses and bottles Bannister had seen in the living room. a a ts 'npHE door of the clothes closet j A was ajar. Bannister drew it j back, then whistled softly to himself. Tracy King must certainly have had a weakness for clothes! Rows of suits hung there—two dozen at least. They were in shades ranging from pale beige to black. A plushy brown overcoat stood out bulkily and beside it was a tweed top coat. There were sweaters and leather jackets and even a silk-lined evening cape. He closed the door with a murmur. half of disgust. It was just as he turned to go back to the living room that an object on the floor caught his eye. Bannister stooped quickly and picked it up. He was studying it a moment later when he heard the outer door open. Bannister dropped the object in-

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i side his pocket. An instant later Link, the hotel clerk, appeared in ! the bedroom doorway. Sorry to be gone so long,” he 1 apologized. “I thought it would i only be a moment but there are so many things—" He did not com- ' plete the sentence. I can imagine,” Bannister said ! dryly. ‘‘Mind showing me just how I King was lying when you found ! him?” The clerk agreed willingly, but 1 his description—even the demon- , onstration he attempted—was not very clear. Bannister decided that , he would have to have a leak at the police photographs. Suddenly the cat on the window ledge jumped down. Link saw it and said. "Oh. there’s Rajah! I don’t know what's to become of him! Mr. King thought the world of that cat. Used to bring people , here especially to see him.’’ "How about King's relatives?" Bannister asked. "Haven't they been notified?” “If they have nobody has told me about it,” the clerk said, rather aggrieved. “I suppose someone will have to take care of all these things—” nan WITH a wave of his hand he indicated the personal posses--1 sions of the dead orchestra leader. Somebody will have to attend to | ail this," he said. There was a small bath leading off the bedroom. Bannister inspected it, then returned to the living room. He crossed to the windows and looked down. ‘‘No fire escapes around here, are there?" he asked. "They’re at the rear.” Bannister was poking about the papers on the desk. "If it was the girl who shot him." he said suddenly, “how do you figure that she got away?” "There's a stairway,” Link explained. "It’s just back of the elevator. She could have gone down the stairway and into the laundry. Then she could have crossed the hall to the tradesmen’s entrance." "And gone out the rear way,” Bannister nodded solemnly. “Oh, I see! ”

It must have been the girl," Linn insisted. “She was the only one who came up here." "You saw her, did you?” “Yes, and I'd know her anywhere again. Couldn't miss that green outfit.” “Suppose she wore something T and know hei anyway,” the hotel clerk declared emphatically. “I’d know her the minute I saw her.” Bannister explored the room for another ten minutes. There was little to be gained there, he thought, but he wanted to fix certain details in his mind. Then he said, “Well, I guess I’m through here.” They rode down to the first floor. Bannister thanked the clerk and took his leave. But he was less than half way across the lobby when a voice stopped him. It was a woman’s voice. “Just a minute, you man!” it called, "Just a minute!” Bannister turned. He faced a shoit woman in a blue and gray sweater suit, hurrying toward him. The woman’s cheeks were quite pink; her hair was a slightly faded titian, and her voice was determined. I want to see you!” the W'oman declared. (To Be Continued) 300 TO BE GIVEN “JOBS “White Collar” Workers to Be Employed in Survey. By Timex Special LAFAYETTE. Jan. 2.—Nearly 300 .“white collar" workers will be employed in Indiana in the United States coast and geodetic survey, according to Dr. W. K. Hatt of Purdue. Indiana survey representative. More than 200 are at work now in the state as a re-employment measure under the public works adminis! ration.

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