Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 210, Indianapolis, Marion County, 11 January 1934 — Page 21

JAX. 11, 193-1.

<3k UNKNOWN BLOND By Laura Lou BROQKMAN cwn*wtt _

BEGIN HF.RE TODAY Who killed TRACY KING. orche*tr* leader found dead !n his apartment? DAVID BANNISTER author, former newspaper reporter, undertake* to lind out. Poilce are searching for an "unknown blond who visited King shortly before his dah. Bannister has seen this girl, but she has disappeared since. HERMAN SCURLACH. who wrote King a threatening leper. Is in JalL Bannister works on the case with J RANDOLPH GAINEY, '-ar reporter of the Post. In the dead mans apartment Bannister picks up an oid-fashior.ed wedding picture winch he keep-. AL DRUGAN. friend of King s, says the orchestra leader had been having trouble With JOE PARROTT, his former vaudeville partner, and accuses Parrott of the murder. Gainev and Bannister go to see wealthy DENISE LANG. Kings fiancee. PARKER COLEMAN, an old friend, also calls Denise? father en'ers the room, see? the newspaper men and demands angrily, "What is the meaning of this?" NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER FIFTEEN (Continued) The words broke off, but Bannister went on relentlessly. VHad you been at home all evening?” ‘Yes.’’ The others had stopped talking, were listening. “I seldom saw Tracy in the evening. He had to be at the theater. Mr. Coleman was here for a little -while. We’re —very old friends and he'd been out of town. He left early, though I don't know just what time it was.” ‘‘Almost 9:30,” Coleman interrupted. ‘‘l glanced at my watch when I got into my car. I drove to the club and sat around there for an hour or so. Then I went home. I didn’t know what had happened until I saw the morning paper—” There had been no sound, but involuntarily all four of them looked up. Standing in the open doorway at the aide of the room was a slender man with gray hair. His eyes, dark like Denise Lang’s, glowed with anger. “What,” the man demanded as he stepped forward, "is the meaning of this?” CHAPTER SIXTEEN THE girl was on her {eet instantly. ‘Father, please—” she began. He did not seem to hear her. Arthur Lang was a man of medium height, slightly built, but anger seemed to make him formidable. "This is an outrage!” he exclaimed dramatically. "Newspaper men—that's what you are! Don’t try to tell me you're not—l heard enough to know. I told you this morning not to come around my house. I told you to stay away from here! ” "But. Mr. Lang—!’’ There was no use trying to stem the torrent. Bannister saw that as soon as he had spoken. The older man’s voice rose in volume. “I won't have you here!” he stormed, his face flushing crimson. "Don't you understand that? A man has a right to some privacy in his own home! You can print*what you want in your filthy sheets; you can peep through the keyholes of other men’s homes, but I'll have the law on you, damn you, if you don’t get out of here! I’ll—!” Bannister interrupted again. Already he was on his feet. ‘‘Come on, Gainey,” he said levelly. “I take it we’re being invited to move elsewhere. Sorry, Miss Lang!” Over his shoulder he caught a glimpse of the girl's white face. Was there mute appeal in that swift glance—something the girl wanted to tell him? Bannister thought so. Perhaps it was nothing more than an apology for her father’s behavior. A moment later he and Gainey were in the hall. The maid supplied their hats and the two men stepped outside. Gainey snorted: ‘‘The old crocodile! Say, who does he think he is, anyway? I'd like to bounce him on the bean! I'd like to tell him a thing or two —!” Well, you'll have to pick another time,” Bannister assured him. ‘ I thought we'd better get out before the old duffer had apoplexy. Certainly doesn’t love the brethren of the press much, does he?” Gainey’s mutterings subsided in gentle profanity. He concluded, “Gosh, but it’s cold," and turned up his coat collar.

/YEAR AFTER YEAR §3|llll|i EH THE STANDARD OF QUALITY

{ This Curious World Ferguson j /ff I J- I's JI MUST &E MENTIONED IN ; f'j) '/ /&f ('S?8l ANy COMPLETE HISTORY p //. /] J \ OF AMERICAN LITERATURE, 9 VflL f/% S~>Ja M POLITICS, ECONOMICS, R AMfwL >—s*o fljr education, JOURNALISM, U PHILANTHROPY DIPLOMACY V jP IS 6UT S : ! When THE CARNIVOROUS 1 -a/H SUNDEW PLANT SNAPS SHUT H’ C ON AN INSECT, IT DOES NOT OPEN Vj> ITS CLASPERS UNTIL THE INSECT IS DIGESTED, 6UT IF IT CLOSES ON ' /V)?* a pcbble, rr quickly OPENS AGAIN. f THE fused collar-bones, or the wishbone, of a bird, help to keep tire shoulders sprung apart when the wings are raised. In some species of owls, the bones are joined together only by a piece of tough cartilage. __ NEXT—How old do geologists believe the. earth to be?

THE wind, as Parker Coleman had informed them, was coming from the west. It was a gale with a nip in it, a promise of frosty nights to come. Heads bent to protect themselves from the wind, Gainey and Bannister set off. "How re we going to get down town?” Bannister wanted to know. "There's a car line over here a couple of blocks or so,” Gainey told him. "It's the only way I know.” There was a noise behind them and both turned. Silhouetted In the open doorway was a figure. It called, "Hi, there!” and a moment : later Parker Coleman was hurrying ' toward them. "You two!” he exclaimed, breathlessly. "Can’t I give you a lift down town? I’ve got my car over here.” They saw the car then, a dark shadow in the driveway. "That’s swell,’ said Gainey. "Did the old geezer send you out to be sure we were really leaving his premises?” Coleman laughed good naturedly. "No,” he said, "he didn't send me. Lord, isn’t he a Tartar? I didn’t know it before, but apparently he has a grudge against newspaper men.” They had reached the roadster, a large, low-swung model, and Coleman held back the door. "Climb in,” he invited, going around to the other side and slipping into the driver’s seat. "This Is mighty kind of you,” Bannister said as the roadster’s engine came to life and the big car backed slowly out into the street. Coleman ignored this. "Where you bound for?” he asked. "Central police station,” Gainey told him. "If you can just drop us near a car line—” ‘T'll take you all the way,” Coleman offered. “I was going down town anyhow. No trouble at all. By the way, does one of you happen to have a cigaret?” non BANNISTER produced a package and a lighter. When the three cigarets were glowing Coleman leaned back In the seat. “I followed you,” he explained, "because Denise can handle her father better than any one else and I thought it would be easier for her if they were alone. Denise Lang is —well, you see, we’ve been the best of friends ever since we were kids. Denise is absolutely 100 per cent!” There was feeling in the man's voice. Easy to guess how he felt about Denise Lang! ‘‘l suppose you knew Tracy King, too?” Gainey asked. "Well, yes. I’ve met him out at the club and met him once or twice with Denise. Very likable fellow, I thought. Very likable! If you’d known him at all you'd know how utterly preposterous it is to think that any one could murder him.” He hesitated. "I suppose it was murder?” he asked. “The police are sure of that?" "It couldn’t have been anything else,” Gainey told him. ‘“Charlie Westwood, the coroner, told me there were no powder burns. Besides, a man can’t shoot himself without a gun. Whoever shot that bullet took the gun away.’” Coleman’s lips set in a straight line. "Poor Denise!” he said. “She's trying to be brave about it.” "It struck me,” Bannister put in, "that the father was more hysterical than the daughter. I shouldn't think a man like that would be any too pleased to have his daughter engaged to marry the master of ceremonies in a movie theater.” “I don’t suppose he was,” Coleman agreed, "but he’s never denied Denise anything in her life. He 1 couldn’t very well start doing it now. He—he’s a rather hard man to understand. I don’t pretend to understand him and I’ve known him all I my life.” B B B BANNISTER'S line of thought changed suddenly. "You must have been with Miss Lang,” he said, j "at the time that bullet hit King.” He turned toward Gainey. "Didn't the coroner figure it was between 9 and 9:30 that King died?” ‘ (To Be Continued)

OUR BOARDING HOUSE

} (] , oh let go tsus C %/f FAW. E 6 AD-YOURS HES ALWAYS TIVPE \ SUCH SKEPTICS, IN THIS HOUSE/pl HOW DO ) AklD READY HM-M-VERILY, YOU WOULD 1 YOU KNOW L TOR EASY SCOFF AT A GORGEOUS SUNSET Y WHAT j 1 HAD AN UNCLE AND SAY VT WASN'T ON THE [ TH'OLD ’ LIKE HIM—THEY LEVEL ts—THAT GEMTLEMAN if “PARCHMENT A SHOOK UNK DOWN WHO CALLED ON ME YESTEPOAY, j MAP IS A ) “FOR HIS LAST M “ IS CAPTAIN SHANDYGAFF, AN ) SHADE OFF / THOUSAND ON Wd OLD SEA SKIPPER ,WHO HAS INV A FLOOR j GYP OF ASHLESS) m his “Possess ion , a parchment fry amp h/ tobacco MAR LEADING TO "BURIED "PIRATE I W/ \ TREASURE,ON AN ISLAND ,—' 1 IW\

FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS

r ~ r N ) ! S' THESE Jf§l NO,SIR ...7UEYR£ MARKED f TWAT‘S WUY WE pUST THINK WHAT 1 TVS OKIE I HAP n-VE "mevEp'sepn ANY-' \IS A /niSTORY DOOWICkIES jgfSl ' IMPORTANT DATES IN J IN OJ TUE HIGH-VOLTAGE THAT'LL MEAN.... j SMITH A LITTLE THING LIKE ’EM IN 'TIISTO* AND/V\AKE Ijjl? MARkED FOQ. HJST&py. FDR INSTANCE, ILL CIRCUn'.....VJE’BE JUST SUPPOSE \ BLONDE FROM / HE ALL MY UFE " ■ DETECTOR. ) HISTORY SSL KILOCYCLES ' SET THE CONTROLS AT C 60NN A NEED THAT £OULD BRING BACK. J IUE FOLLIES, J TROUBLE- L •• /itself' *2 .. 7} ‘ 1492 A KID, IF IT V/ORkS J POWER "£> BRING THINGS SOME DATE...WHAT VIN 1915 j

WASHINGTON TUBBS II -

17 AH* A secret SAFE— UY /THERE! GhCTY \ \ WITH ALL TH' SPOOKV STUFF [' W® A BUCKS IM GOOD I , . \ GOIKJ’ ON AROUND HERE., / Sffl| 1 [Vol 1 GREENBACKS. / i...... j

ALLEY OOP,

00000 ! AM I GLAD TO BE ( YOUR MAJESTY-/* ~|l f 3O vou TO TELL ME Ms Aj AWAY FROM THAI AWFUL . UMPATEEDLE , THE! U|)f4jU A QUEEN UMPATEEDLE IS NO gi THING.'POOR UMPATEEDLE.' QUEEN, HAS BEEN . ' IT MORE? THAT A Wvmm I HATE TO HAFT A REPORT /YETUP 8Y A BIG fX- / " —X DlNffthDß g|ik HER OErAISE TO OE / \ IGOANADON /y r AVEZZIR-THERE \rvYTlro KING GUZZLEp ( WAS NOTHIN'WE ipU \tK

BOOTS AND HER BUDDIES

BVb I y SX / $ VOFW., GVtHTm ISA j YEA* .VP Y UVLEI TO I 1 viPvotT 1 f f SWtVE VOAY T'TAVit HAME \T KNOCKED ""* Off TV TOM>g V ■

TARZAN THE INVINCIBLE

Tarzan had escaped from the dungeons of Opar before. He set to work immediately seeking a means of escape, for he knew that Oah would not delay long the moment when she should plunge the gleaming sacrificial knife into his breast.

Hurry to Ayres Downstairs Store Tomorrow for Bargains in Our January DOLLAR DAY

: THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES

Tarzan groped carefully along his cell wall until he had. made a complete circuit. He discovered that he was in a rectangular chamber about ten feet long and eight wide, and that by standing on his tiptoes he could just reach the ceiling.

—By Ahem

OUT OUR WAY

<1 bifl'i ! SPEAK TO ME! / TILU I HELP THIS \ YL/ W \\YX / SPEAK to VOUR / LADY to SIT 1/// , eROTHERf / l DOWN ON MY / )f V -/ \ sweater. TO / y\ M REG U. S PAT OFF. HEROES ARE MADE-NOT BORN • © >934 BY NEA SEBVICt. INC. l-ll J ‘m ■ - - ■■ ■ . —'

LATER: / GOT A V SURE. > r MV? J ffli TT cone? no? IT'S BE£kT\ TEN SPOT; * COME__ i CHANGED INTO

fOH-OHf /mV PET.'S>U* O U) f\VS UMPATEEDLE' ) ( <"! A UMPATEEDLE, MY /U'OOP- WITH ALLEY OOP AN'FOOZY.' vV, \ V . QUEEMLGONE/, 1 THOUGHT YOU SAID / //^Cr^VjV V " GONE" FOREVER // ( WHAT 0 \ SHE WAS —< x CX>V< CvV^^v -> OH - THIS IS / l THE-fU DEVOURED / ' p IG HT A o^pte u v§S; N- 1 SAVJ |T / / U FOOZVVWHAT'S { l HAPPEN; ) Lv g / an' i will beat 's Bitin'- )

n ; ? : /' MEQSE YOUO SETTER OH SOT WELL. , I CANT TVAVINW OF ANYTHING MORE f \ c,T\CR TO YOOR THAT •& GO tAONOTONOUS nmtiifl I I „ I, c e 1934 BY SCA SEBVICC. HCBCG. U. S. PAT Of* u

The only opening was the door through which he had entered, in which an aperture, protected fcy iron bars, gave the cell its only ventilation. But, as it opened upon a dark corridor, it admitted no lignt to his gloomy prison.

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

Tarzan examined the bolts and hinges of iha door, but they were too substantial to be forced, and then for the first time he saw that a priest was on guard in the corridor without, thus putting a definite end to any thought of surreptitious escape.

PAGE 21

—By Williams

—By Blosse?

—By Crane

—By Hamlin

—By Martin