Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 204, Indianapolis, Marion County, 4 January 1934 — Page 21

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gk UNKNOWN BLOND By Laurn JL r tJ BPOOKMAN I+k _

begin here today On a stermv November evening DAVID BANNISTER meets a pre’ty biond girl and offers her a Uft ;n the cab in which he is ridir.g Her hanribae opens and he sees a revolver Inside Next rr- rr.ir.tr B. sinister reads that TRAt'V KING, orchestra leader, has been found dead in his apartment Police are searching for an unknown blond." who v.-i-ed King the night before Bannister, remembering the girl in ‘he taxicab, is purrird. He see., her again that morning Toe girl ’ell h;m h r r name is JULIET FRANCE and swears she kn vs nothing of the murder She begs Bannister to help her and he agrees. He goes to sec hi old friend, JIM PAXTON, editor of the Tremont Past, and arrange- to w .rfc on ’he King murder case for the Post Later he returns to ‘he hotel to < c Jui:- ' France and learns she has disappeared. Bannister p.es to see the room in which King died, and find an object which he pu’. in his pocket MRS. KENNEBEC wuo Hvr in the hotel, tells Bat.r.is’er .bout tt.e v. lent viarrel King had : ei-.Nv with MEL VINA HOLLISTER. apir.s’er. who live. :n the apartment below Ki: g's IJ;.'.Ulster uht a car downtown pul. i-. hi pocket the eject he found in King' room. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TEN •’Continued) "Why, yes,” said Bannister soberly. "I do.” He asked a numbe r of questions then, whether Mrs Kennebec had heard the quarrel between Miss Hollister and Kin/, whether she had heard the woman make any deliberate threats. Mrs. Kennebec, pressed for a definite answer, had not. But the story of the quarrel was all over the hotel, she insisted. Mrs. Kennebec knew more about it- than some of the others because the Hollister's apartment was directly across the hall from hers. She described Miss Hollister as a woman wlv :-e age must be well over 50. tall. slim, rather forbidding-look-ing. Matthew, she said, was understood to be somewhat younger. They had lived at the Shelby Arms ever since it had been built. It was understood that the Hollisters had a considerable amount of money, all of which was in Melvina's hands. Matthew, Mrs. Kennebec said, was a meck-looking man who came and went and scarcely ever spoke to any one. Mrs. Kennebec would have talked longer but Bannister glanced at his watch and said he must leave. He promised that he would report what Mrs. Kennebec had told him to Captain McNeal. He left the hotel a few’ moments later, walked a block and caught a street car. As he put a hand in his pocket to draw out the fare he touched something, remembered the object he had picked up in Tracy King's bedroom. He had not had an opportunity to inspect it since. Bannister dropped into a seat and took from his pocket the oblong bit of cardboard. CHAPTER ELEVEN ONE side of the cardboard was gray and discolored. Bannister turned it over and studied the photograph on the other side. It was a photograph of a man and a woman—the man sitting down, the woman standing, with one hand resting on his shoulder. It must have been taken twentyfive or thirty years before. The woman's dress was w’hite, a rather elaborate dress with rutiled skirt reaching to the floor and lace about the modestly cut neck. A style of dress worn, Bannister thought, in the early 1900's. She was a pretty woman, young looking. The man beside her was older. He appeared rather formidable in his black suit which must have been the. utmost in elegance for its day. It was, beyond all doubt, a wedding picture. No need to take in such details as the bridal bouquet or the sprig of orange blossoms pinned in the young woman’s cojffure. In the self-conscious poaes of both the man and woman there was written, as plainly as though it had been lettered, “I am the bride,” and "I am the bridegroom." Yes, an old-fashioned wedding picture. A curious thing to find with the golf clubs and cocktail shaker and stack of “blues” songs in the bedroom of the dead orchestra leader. Bannister studied the faces in the photograph. Neither, so far

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! as he could see. resembled Tracy ' King. He did not know why put *he photograph in his pocket, except that he wanted to study it further and Link's coming had prevented •hat. He looked at the bottom of •he card and read. Swann Studio," in flowing gflt scrip. Below in smaller letters was the name of a town he had never heard of, located in another state. Why had Tracy King kept such a picture? He slipped the picture back into his pocket and thought that, as an amateur detective, he probably was the world's worst. a v tt STILL he had the story of Melvina Hollister's quarrel with j King. Apparently the police had not heard of that. Not that Bannister himself considered it im- j portant. Probably Mrs. Kennebec! had exaggerted the whole thing, as | women are- likely to do who have , little to occupy their time except gossip. On the other hand, Bannister reasoned, the story might have its importance. It helped to piece to- ; gether the background of Tracy King’s life during tire past few days, i Practical detectives, he knew, always j tried to do that. Bannister was thinking of Cap- ! tain McNeal and the tip he had to i offer him when another thought in- ' terrupted. It had been a tip for .McNeal that had sent Bannister walking down town that morning, the plaguey question whether or; not to tell the detective about the j girl in the taxicao. Bannister smiled ! wrily. Well, she had been a slick one i and he had fallen completely for J her guile! He had fallen so com- i pletely that, looking about Tracy j King's rooms an hour or so earlier, he had actually searched for the j memorandum she had said she lost j there. What nonsense! As though he i [ didn’t know every word she had i spoken was false! “And if you'd found it,” Bannisj ter berated himself, “I suppose i you’d have kept it for her.” Well, i : there was no note there. There j j never had been such" a note. nan nnHE car jolted to a halt to let a •*- passenger off. Bannister noticed that they were on a street lined with low, rather dingy looking shops. In five minutes more they would reach the business district. The sky was getting dark now. It must be well after 5. He glanced at his watch—it was almost 5:30. For the first time Bannister remembered that he had not eaten since morning. How long ago that seemed! “I'll have to call Aunt Kate,” he i told himself. "Better do it first | thing! I'll tell her not to expect me for dinner.” Now that he had gotten into this thing he hadn't the faintest notion of stopping He would go first to the Evening Post office to find out what had happened in his absence. The car turned into a wider street. Shop windows were already lighted and made the sky seem darker. Night had descended with the turn of that corner. This was downtown Tremont—a thoroughfare on which ranged several small dress shops; a furniture store; a chain grocery store with a red front and another painted green; a second-rate hotel and a huge vacant building. Ahead brighter lights and larger electric signs indicated more prosperous concerns. Bannister rode two more blocks, then left the car. The newsboy on the nearest corner was shouting unintelligible cries from which the word “murder” could be distinguished. Bannister bought a Post and walked on. (To Be Continued)

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TARZAN THE INVINCIBLE

Tarzan saw Zora Drinov and Wayne Colt sit down to the supper table. Knowing that the purpose of th? expedition would be their principal topic of conversation, he crouched in the foliage of a great tree just above them. He wished to know what had brought this strange party into the jungle.

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'‘You have passed through a trying ordeal,” said Colt to Zora. “I have passed through too much to have any nerves left,” replied the Russian. “My only desire is to serve my country. Zveri’s plan is to cause trouble among the natives so they will throw off the yoke of the foreign powers.”

—By Ahem

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“That is a daring undertaking," said Colt, “and one which requires enormous resources in men and money.” “Yes,” replied Zora, “but Zveri intends to loot the famous treasure vaults of Opar, which are not far from here. It is to Opar that he has gone now. With money, the rest is easy.”

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

Tarzan knew now that these people were not only invaders of his own territory, and therefore his own personal enemies, but that they threatened the peace of the world. He knew now what he must do and that the dead Raghunath would help him.

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