Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 207, Indianapolis, Marion County, 8 January 1934 — Page 13

[TAX. 8. 1934

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BXf.IN HERE TODAY Who killed TRACY KINO orchestra leader found dead m h!s hotel apartment’ DAVID BANNISTER, author, former newspaper repor'er .undertakes to And out.. Police are searching for an "unknown blond. known to have visited King shortly before his death Bannister has seen this giri, a r . *oid him her name was JUUST FRANCE. She swore she kne nothing of the murder, but she has di-appearert since. HERMAN SCUKLACH. •* r.o w rote King a threatening letter, is in Jail He also der'ares his innocence. Bannister works on the case with J. RANDOLPH GAINEY s’ar repor’er of the Post In the dead mar. s apartment Bannister picks up an old-fashioned wedding picture and keeps It Gainey ar.d Bannister meet AL DRUOaN. a member of King's orchestra. Drugar. declares ' There s Just one person in the world who had any reason to want to harm Tracy King!" NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER THIRTEEN* (Continued) • The sight of the money seemed to dissolve all of Drugan’s troubles. He stepped forward, put his hand in Bannister's and grasped it firmly. “Pal!’’ he exclaimed. ‘‘You’re my pal!” Bannister returned the handclasp. ‘‘O.K., Drugan,” he said. "I’m your pal, too, Drugan,” Gainey put in eagerly. ‘‘Come on, let's be on our way.” Before the befuddled Drugan thoroughly understood the situation all three of them were outside. It was a side street, not brightly lighted, and a cold wind had come up. As the sharp air smote his cheek and blew open his topcoat Drugan drew back, protesting. Gainey said easily, ‘‘Come on, Drugan! Where you bound for? We’ll see that you get there.” The musician straightened. “Listen,” he said, ‘‘you think I’m drunk, dontcha? Weil, I'm not. Just had a drink or two. Just a coupla little ones. If a fellow who's been through all I’ve been through in the last day and night isn't entitled to a coupla little little drinks—” “Why, what have you been through?" Gainey asked innocently. “Dontcha know!” Amazement made the words more an exclamation than a question. “Dontcha know what happened last night? I thought everybody knew. Dontcha know about Tracy King? Found 'm dead—the best pal a fellow ever had. Dead, like a dog, that’s how I found ’im. Shot down. Tracy King was the fines’ friend I ever had.” tt tt tt NEITHER Bannister nor Gainey wore topcoats. Bannister, stamping to warm his feet, said, “Let’s get going! Can't we get a cab around here somewhere?” Gainey said, “Suppose we walk along with Drugan. I'd like to hear more about his friend.” He turned, addressing Drugan. “Why, that’s terrible!” he said. “You mean Tracy King, the orchestra leadei who was killed last night, was a friend of yours?” ”Bes’ friend I’ll ever have,” Drugan said mournfully. ‘‘Shot down like a dog.” “And you say you found him—the body I mean?” Gainey persisted. Drugan hadn’t said precisely that, but he agreed, nodding. “Terrible thing!” he exclaimed. They were walking now. Bannister wondered what Gainey hoped to learn from the half-drunken musician. They turned into brightly-lighted Sixth street and Bannister’s eyes met a sight that made him forget A1 Drugan. It was an ordinary poster, advertising a motion picture, that Bannister saw. At the top in large letters were the words, “Coming Attraction.” Below was the name of * the picture, a few lines of type—and a photograph of Adele Allen. a a a A DELE'S face, sweet, freshly appealing. smiled up at Bannister. It gave him a shock that was

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| almost physical. I* was the first {time he had seen her picture dlsi played on a poster. She wasn't the ; star of the film, he knew. Merely a featured player. “Why did I have to see damned poster!” he thought. He had been forgetting—yes, actually forgetting the wound in his heart. And now it all came back. Well, if trying to unravel this murder case had helpeed him to forget once, it might do it again, i Bannister deliberately shook off his | preoccupation. He heard Gainey saying,' “But the po’ice ” ! Drugan cut in with a sharp, short ! oath. “The police won’t listen,” he 1 said bitterly. “They've got their theories. Think they know it all! I’ve been talkin' to them all after- ; noon. I've been tellin’ ’em how they ! should go at this thing!” i Evidently the walk in the cold ! air had done something for Drugan. j His words were not slurred now. All at once memory seemed to come back to him. He said to Gainey, Say—wait a minute! A while back while we were in the restaurant —didn't you say you'd been lookin’ for me today? Just who are you and what’s the idea and how?” “Sure,” Gainey told him frankly, “I said that. My name’s Gainey and I'm on The Past. This is my friend, Mr. Bannister.” “Newspapermen!” Drugan ejaculated. “So that’s it. Well— I'm glad to know you. I think you’re right guys, both of you. What’s more, I've got somethin’ to tell you two.” He hesitated. “It’s what I’ve been tellin’ the cops,” he went on. “There's just one person in the world who had any reason to want to harm Tracy King!” a i: a CHAPTER FOURTEEN INVOLUNTARILY the three men stopped walking. Drugan had said, “There’s just one person in the world who had any reason to ; want to harm Tracy King.’ Gainey asked quickly, “Oh, yes? ; And who Is that?” | “It's quite a story,” Drugan told them. “I can't tell it all to you here. Take too long.” He glanced at an illuminated clock across the | street. Its hands pointed to ten j minutes past 7. “I’ve got to be j on the stage in about half an hour,” he said. “Suppose you came along ; back stage with me. I’ll tell you what I know and you can judge for ' yourself.” “Okay,” Gainey said quickly and ' Bannister assented. They walked another block, went down an alley and entered the stage door of the theater. A few moments later they were settled in a dimlylighted corner of the cavernous | back-stage quarters. “It all starts,” said Drugan, breaking into his story, “about ten years back. Tracy King is gettin’ his first break in vaudeville then. He’s travelin’ with an act that’s been on the Olympia circuit in the middlewest. Not such a good act but it plays good houses and in some of the big towns. Tracy’s a hoofer (hen Not such a good hoofer maybe but still he gets by. Everything is swell until one night in Omaha he takes a cold. It gets worse and a week later he’s flat, on his back. Pneumonia. Well, the act goes on j and leaves him behind. Tracy lands In the charity ward of a hospital. “He manages to pull through, but six weeks later when they turn him loose he’s broke, looks like a skeleton and he hasn’t got a job. Well, I Omaha isn’t such a good place to be in the winter when you’re broke and out of work. But Tracy finds a job. Washin’ dishes! He works in a restaurant and lives in a cheap | rooming house. (To Be Continued)

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