Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 208, Indianapolis, Marion County, 9 January 1934 — Page 15

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BEGIN HEBE TODAY Who killed TRACY KINO, orchestra leader found dead In hi* hotel apartment? DAVID BANNISTER, author, former neas-paper reporter .undertake* to find out. Police arc searching for an "unknown blond, known to have visited King shortly before his death. Bannister has seen this girl, who told him her name was JCLIFT FRANCE She swore *he knew nothing of the murder, but she has disappeared since HERMAN SCURBACH, who wrote King a threatening letter, is In lall He also declares his innocence. Bannister worsts on ‘he case with J. RANDOLPH GAINEY, star reporter of the Post In the dead man's apartment Bannister picks up an old-fashioned wedding picture and keeps it. Gainev and Bannister meet AL DRUOAN. a member of King’s orchestra. Drugan 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 FOURTEEN (Continued) “One night he pets talkin’ with a fellow named Joe Parrott. This Parrott lives in the same rooming house. He plays the ukulele and sings a little and Tracy thinks he's good. Well, they work up an act together and Tracy gets in touch with a bookin’ agent he knows. This fellow gets them on in a local house and they go over. Then he gets them some dates out of town. After while they land on a regular circuit. “They’re billed as 'King and Costelo’ because neither of them thinks Parrott is such a good stage name. Parrott plays his ukulele and they sing together and then they both do a little hoofin’. a a o “'TpiIEY play the middle west two or three seasons and then they go east. All the while they’re partners. But by this time Parrott’3 drinking pretty heavy. Sometimes he doesn’t show up for the act. Finally, they have a big row and bust up. Track knocks around by himself for a while and then joins Louie Lamont's orchestra. “Os course, you know who Louie Is! Well, after awhile Tracy gets the idea of having his own orchestra. He gets some boys together. That was three years ago. I was with him then and I’ve been with him ever since. We played a couple of seasons in vaudeville and then he got this offer to come to the State. Most of the boys in the orchestra lived around here, but I came with Tracy. Like that, we are!" Drugan stopped talking long enough to raise two fingers of his right hand, holding them firmly side by side. He leaned forw’ard again, intent on his narrative. “Now here’s what happened last week!” he said. “Tracy and me were standin’ right over there —” (he motioned to a spot near the outside entrance) “when a little dark fellow in seedylookin’ clothes walks in, claps Tracy on the back and begins pumpin’ his arm. It’s this Joe Parrott! Tracy tries to get rid of him but Parrott says he’s got to see him private. Os course I know that means a touch so I hang around. “Then the little fellow gets sore. He asks Tracy for a job and Tracy says nothin’ doin’. Then he asks for SSO. Finally he gets it down to $lO. Well, Tracy gives him a couple of bucks and tells him to keep away from the theater. “But the little fellow doesn’t keep away. He’s back the next morning and the next afternoon. He’s a bad actor, this Joe Parrott. He meets Tracy out in the alley and he makes more trouble. Tracy tells me about it and says he’s worried because besides bein’ such a drinker Joe’s a hop-head. You know—.” Drugan paused significantly and made a quick movement that suggested the use of a hypodermic needle. a a a NOW last night,” Drugan’s voice lowered and the hush gave it emphasis. “Tracy saw Parrott hanging around outside when he came in. We went on for the early show and afterward

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“Tracy told me he was goin’ to go home and stay there until time for the second show. He said he couldn’t stand seein’ Parrott around and he didn't* really want to turn him over to the police. He went out the front way —and that’s the last we saw of him. “When it got near time for us to go on again I called his apartment, but there wasn’t any answer. We thought he was on his way and would be here any minute. Well, we had to go on without him. It was the first time it ever happened! As soon as I could get away I jumped into a cab and j rode out to the Shelby Arms. I j couldn’t get any answer when I rang the bell or pounded on the door so I ran downstairs and got i the clerk. He opened the door and , we found him!” There could be no doubting the ! honesty of the emotion that made j Drugan’s voice die away, almost to : a whisper. I There was a pause and then ! Gainey said, “I suppose you’ve told | the police all this?" “I’ve told them to find Joe Parrott if they want the man who killed Tracy,” Drugan said slowly. “Hes’ the only enemy Tracy had in the world. But the police have a lot of theories of their own. They’ve got this Dutchman—or whatever he is—in jail because of writing a crazy letter.” There was sarcasm in Drugan’s ; voice. “Tracy showed me that latter when it came,” he went on, “an’ ; laughed at it. He thought somebody ; was kiddin’ him. What else could !it mean? He’d never heard of this j Scurlach or his wife. Tracy thought j it was just a joke.” Gainey put in, “It might be a i joke to him and be real enough to i Scurlach.” ana : TxRUGAN shook his head. “I don't believe it,” he said. “It ' was Joe Parrott who fired that j shot.” He went on heatedly, “If it wasn’t Parrot why’d he clear out of town? He hasn’t been around the theater since last night. I know because I went out lookin’ for him! The cops tried to pick him up and they couldn’t find him.” Suddenly they heard a signal and Drugan jumped to his feet. “I've got to beat it,” he said. “In three minutes we’re due to go on.” Gainey called, “I’ll be around to see you later!” as the musician disappeared. Gainey turned to Bannister, who was on his feet. “Well, what do you think of it?” “You mean what do I think of his story?” The other nodded. “I’d think more of it if I knew he was entirely sober.” “Oh. he’s sober enough now! Sure, he’s all right. Want to hang around and talk to him some more after while?” Bannister shook his head. “Not me,” he said. “I’d rather see that girl that Bannister w r as engaged to.” Gainey screwed his face into a sardonic expression. “You mean try to see the girl he was engaged to! Let me remind you Denise Lang is ‘quality folks.’ High society and all that. There’s only a chance that she’ll even let us in the house.” “Come on,” said Bannister. “Let’s make a try fer it anyhow. And I think you have a way with the ladies.” They made the twenty-minute trip in a taxicab. The imposing Lang residence loomed before them, black and forbidding, as they stepped from the cab. “You go first,” Gainey suggested, and Bannister rang the bell. “I’d like to see Miss Denise Lang,” he said. “My name is Bannister and I’m from the Post.” A maid in a black uniform ushered them into a small reception room. A moment later the maid was back. “Miss Lang will see you,” she said. “Will you come with me?” (To Be Continued)

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