Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 213, Indianapolis, Marion County, 15 January 1934 — Page 13

JAN. 15, 1934

gk UNKNOWN BLOND By JLauni inu BROOK MAN < _

BEGIN HERE TODAY Who killed TRACY KINO orchestra leader found dead in his apartment’ DAVID BANNISTER, author, former \ newspaper reporter, undertakes to find j out. Police are searching for an "unknown blond” ho visited Kin* shortly ■ before his death Bar.nis'er has seen the girl, but she has since disappeared. HERMAN BCURLACH who wrote King a threatening letter, is in la:. He de- i Clares his innocence AL DRUGAN friend of King's, sav* -,,e orch.er-ra leader has been having trouble with JOE PARROTT. ! his formr vaudeville partner, ar.d accuses Parrott of the murder Police ; learn that MELVIN A HOLLISTER, mid-dle-aged splr.s'er. had a vloif-n* ouarrel with King after his cat killed htr canary CAPTAIN McNEAL of the detective bureau goes to see Miss Hollister and her brother. MATTHEW. When If <* he declares, "Those two will bear watchHOW GO ON WITH TUT. STORY CHAPTER EIGHTEEN (Continued) There was a slight noise behind them and Bannister turned. The door into the next room had ! opened and a man stood on the threshold. He was under average ! height—a little man with thinning gray hair and mild eyes behind spectacles. For an iastant he stood j there, eyeing the group in some perplexity. Before the newcomer could speak, 1 Me Ivina had seen him. She turned sharply. "Matthew,- she said, "you keep out*of this!" “Oh!" said the little man. *‘l didn’t know—l was just wondering—” ! He turned to withdraw, the w*ords | unfinished, but McNeal stopped him. "Just a minute!" the captain, called. “You’re Miss Hollister’s' brother, aren't you? I want to see j you.” The man looked back doubtfully. "Me?” he asked. “You want to see j me?” “There's no reason to talk to! Matthew!” Melvina Hollister put in.; “He doesn’t know anything about! all this. There’s no reason atj nil ” “Excuse me, Miss Hollister,” McNeal interrupted. “I'll ask my own questions, if you don’t mind. And I came here to see your brother as well as you." Matthew Hollister came into his room. "They’re policemen,” Miss Hollister explained rather inaccurately. “They’re here to ask about the man who was killed last night.” a a a M ’NEAL'S mounting annoyance showed In his tone. “Mr. Hollister,” he said, “I’m Captain McNeal and this is Mr. Bannister. I We’re from headquarters and I've j been trying to find out from your j sister w*hat she knows about the shooting last night. So far I haven't learned much. Sit down, j won’t you? I'd like to hear your j version of w*hat happened. Matthew Hollister sat down. “Why, yes,” he said in his vague j tone. “Yes, of course.” His eyes | turned to his sister, questioningly. “First of all,” said McNeal, “I want to know why I didn’t see either of you this morning when I was questioning the ether tenants.” i "I must have been asleep,” Miss Hollister told him. “And if I was, of course I wouldn’t hear you. I often take a nap in the morning, j We’re early risers. Out of bed at, 6:30. Matthew ” “Id prefer to have Matthew answer questions for himself,” McNeal said firmly. “I don’t know* why I didn't see you,” Matthew Hollister said nervously, “unless I was out for a w*alk. I walk dow*n to the city every morning.” The routine questioning went on. Neither of the HoilLsters admitted hearing a shot the night before. Melvina said she’d been visiting a cousin, a Mrs. Butteriy who lived on Wyatt street. She'd come home, she declared, at 9:30. Matthew was dozing in his chair, with the radio turned on. when she arrived. Later, Melvina admitted, she’d heard a good deal of walking around and commotion overhead, but she thought it was just some of Tracy King's “carryings-on.”

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Both of them professed to know nothing of the shooting until they read the morning newspaper. For nearly an hour McNeal asked questions, but there was nothing new to be learned. At last he arose and Bannister followed. They sa;d goodnight and left the apartment. Outside in the corridor McNeal eyed the younger man. “Those two,” he said, with a significant nod in the direction from which they had come, “they'll bear watching!” CHAPTER NINETEEN stream of yellow sunshine fell directly across David Bannister’s face. It wavered gently, as the curtains at the open window blew inward; then settled across the ridge of Bannister’s nose. The sleeping man wrinkled his face: into a grimace. The sunshine persisted. Bannister emitted a sound betw*een a grunt and a grumble, turned on his side. Bannister looked about him, bewildered. He was not, as he had been dreaming, in a subterranean cavern. Adele Allen was not beside him, wearing a green costume, brandishing a revolver and threatening to shoot him if he did not help her escape from the giant canary bird pursuing her. The rest of the horrid vision faded and Bannister was tremendously relieved. He was not a murderer or accused of murder. Melvina Hollister was not there, nor a jaurrty vaudeville singer who said his name was Gainey— Bannister sat up with a start. The though of Gainey brought the events of the preceding day before him clearly. Bannister pulled his wrist watch toward him and saw that it was nearly 8.30. A fine hour to be waking! Gainey had been on the job for at least half an hour. Probably longer. Yes, a fine hour it was to be getting up and a fine lot of help he, David Bannister, w*as to the Post. But by the time he had finished his shower David Bannister’s spirits were rising. He could hardly wait to see the morning newspaper to find ojit if any new developments in the murder had oeen reported. He came downstairs whistling, crossed the dining room and* appeared in the kitchen doorway. “Morning, Aunt Kate!” e # a HIS aunt looked up, then went on removing golden brown slices of French toast from a smoking skillet. “Morning,” she said crisply. “Go on into the dining room, David. Breakfast’ll be on the table in a second.” Bannister located the newspaper on the living room table and opened out the pages. There was plenty about the King murder, but there was nothing that Bannister did not know. It gave him a feeling of relief. He was glad to know nothing important had happened while he w*as asleep. Apparently no one on the rival newspaper had heard of Matthew and Melvina Hollister’s connection with the case. At least it was not mentioned. There was nothing new in the columns about the murder, but still Bannister read them eagerly. Half w*ay through the story of the new suspect he was interrupted. “David!” It w*as his aunt calling and Aunt Kate would brook no delay at meal time. “Coming!” Bannister answ*ered. An instant later he appeared in the dining room, the new*spaper in his hand. The odor of fried ham and coffee and the French toast won him from his preoccupation, however. “Aunt Kate,” he began, “there’s not another cook like you in the whole country!” (To Be Continued)

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