Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 206, Indianapolis, Marion County, 6 January 1934 — Page 13

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BEGIN HERE TODAY Who killed TRACY KING, orchestra leader four.d dead In his apartment’ DAVID BANNISTER author, former nev sp;iper reporter, -.jr.dertaices to find out. Pol;re are searrhir.K for an ‘ unknown blond. known to have visited Kmj shortiv oefore his death. Bannister has seer, the stir:, who told him her name tu Jt.T.IET FRANCE She swore she knew noti.i.'.k ■ f the murder, but she has disappeared again HERMAN SCURLACH. who wrote Kim? a thren*er.ing letter, is in Jail. He also declare his innocence. Ba;.:.; ter worits on t!ie case with J. RANDOLPH GAINEY star reporter of the Post. In the dead mans apartment Banni'ier up an old-fashioned wedding picture and keeps It as a postlbit Clew. . Oa'te-. and Bannister decide to go to aee DENISE LANG. Kind's fiancee. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER TWELVE 'Continued) WHAT about the gun?” Bannister asked. ‘He didnY have it when they searched him at headquarters. I don't know any more about it but I know he didn’t have a gun then.” But," Bannister objected, “granted that Scurlach did have a gun and a motive for killing Tracy King, how could he get into King's apartment? The clerk at the Shelby Arms swore this girl they're looking for is the only one who went up to King’s rooms.” Gainey snorted. “There are plenty of ways to get into a hotel!’ he said. ‘The clerk doesn't watch the servants’ entrance, does he? Remember Scurlach had had three days to brood over his troubles. And they were real troubles to him, too. Maybe he'd been drinking. There’s a lot of it I can't figure out yet but I do know this—Carlotta Scurlach thinks her husband killed Tracy King. I could see it in her eyes, the way she talked and everything she said. "That’s not the worst of it —for her.” he went on. “I think she irally loves this dumb husband of hers. She wants to help him and doesn’t know how.” •How does it happen the detectives haven’t heard this Nicholai woman’s story?’’ Bannister asked. “They will in time, I suppose. Down in that neighborhood they're all afraid of cops. Close-mouthed but—” Gainey grinned again, “well, we managed to get friendly. It isn’t my idea to print all this right away. I’d rather hold it—” “Until they get a confession from Scurlach?” Gainey shook his head. “Not that," he said. “I want to see how one or two other things turn out first.” u a ts BANNISTER remembered then the story that the woman at the Shelby Arms had told him, the story of Melvina Hollister's dead canary bird, and Miss Hollister’s heated quarrel with Tracy King. “Here's a funny one I picked up this afternoon,” ho said. “Maybe you can explain this—” He repeated what Mrs. Kennebec had said. Gainey asked questions but evidently was not much impressed. “Yeah,” he said, “lots of funny nuts like that around an apartment hotel." “Do you think I should tell McNeal about it?” Bannister asked. “Oh, you might as well. What harm can it do?” To Gainey this line of thought was distinctly secondary. He returned to Carlotta j Scurlach. “You know." he said, { “it’s queer how a girl like that can j marry an egg like Scurlach. Os j course there are plenty of brighter ; people in the world but she's not! so dumb!” "Did you talk to her husband?” Bannister asked. “Yeah, and a lot of good it did! Just a big guy with a head of solid bone. Kept saying over and over that he didn't do it, that he'd ‘never hurt nobody’! Steve Fisher told me they haven't been able to get anything else out of him except when the girl was there. They left Scurlach and the girl alone together but of course the detectives were listening. Scurlach broke down and cried and told Carlotta he was sorry he’d scared her and he’d never do it again if only they'd let him go home. The cops had to

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go in and stop ’em for fear they’d flood the place with tears!” “I suppose,” Bannister said thoughtfully, “it’s not so pleasant to i be in jail for murder.” Gainey looked up from the wedge j of apple pie he had been attack- j ing. “Not giving me the raspberry, ; are you?” he asked suspiciously. i “Why, of course not!” The reporter seemed satisfied, j “I’ve got a little plan on for tonight,” he explained. “You can come with me if you want to.” “Fine. Where do we go?” “Out to see Denise Lang— King's fiancee. Neither paper's had j an interview with her yet. I'd like j to talk to her.” Five minutes later they had risen ] from the table and were on their j way. Gainey paused at the cashier’s j desk to buy cigarets before joining Bannister at the door. And then something happened to ! change their plans. CHAPTER THIRTEEN '-pHE door of the restaurant opened suddenly and a man j came in. He was a young man of ' average height, rather squarely built. He wore a light tan topcoat and, tilted down over his eyes, a derby hat. The young man saw Bannister and hesitated. Then, rather deliberately, he marched to the cashier’s desk. “Wanna cash this check!” he said in a voice that carried clearly. The reply of the young man at the cash register did not reach! Bannister’s ears, but evidently it j was not in the affirmative. “But I wanna cash this check!” j the newcomer repeated louder, more 1 heatedly. He went on, as the cashier j hesitated. “Say, whereza manager j this dump? Lemme talk-ta the j manager! He’ll do it for me, all j right, all right. He knows me. ! Everybody ’round here knows me!” I A dozen heads had turned to see ! what the commotion was about. The 1 embarrassed cashier was explaining, j “But I’m sorry. It’s against our j rules to cash checks for any one. I'd j be glad to do it for you, but it’s , against the rules.” “Lemme talk-ta the manager!” j i the newcomer demanded, brandish- j ing the check and pounding the j counter for emphasis. “He’s not here,” the cashier said, j | “Mr. Locke just stepped out of the building ” It was Gainey who interrupted. He touched the newcomer on the arm. “Excuse me," he said quietly, “aren’t you Mr. Drugan? A1 Drugan?” The other backed off, eyed him severely, "Certainly I’m A1 Drugan. ' Who wants t’know? Don’t b’lieve I have the pleasure of your acquaintance—” “No, you don’t know me, Mr. Drugan,” Gainey said pleasantly, | “but I was trying all morning to get in touch with you. This is a ; piece of luck for me! ” Drugan waved him aside impatiently. “Luck has nothin' to do I with it!” he proclaimed oratorically. “Nothin’ whatever! Fact is I came in this res-raunt—” He stumbled o v er- the w’ord, repeated, “Fact is I came in this res-raunt to cash a check.” Bannister had joined the group. “If the gentleman wants to cash a check maybe I can do it for him,” he said. “What is the amount?” o tt a DRUGAN turned, a look of bewilderment in his eyes. Then he understood. “Five dollars an’ | sixty-five cents," he announced pompously. “Five dollars an’ sixty--1 five cents!” Bannister had pulled a wallet from his pocket, was counting out the change. “Here you are,” he ! said, smiling, and' handing over the amount. “Five dollars and sixty-five cents. Now if I can have the check—” “Why certain’y! Certain’y!” <To Be Continued)

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