Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 217, Indianapolis, Marion County, 19 January 1934 — Page 29

JAN T . 19, 1931

<3k UNKNOWN BLOND By Laura Lou BROQKMAN O o„v, -

RM.I> HERi. TODAY Who kK*><l TRACV KIN'O. Orchestra leader found in hU apartment? DAVID BANNISTER, author, former newspaper reporter. underUkea to Snd Poiiee are aearchir.s for an unknown blor.d who v,.sed Ki;.* *hor‘ly before hU death Baun:ter has seen the girl, tot she has cr.ce ci.apn-.red, HERMAN BCVRLACH. *ho wrote King a threatening Setter, :* in jail. He dee!a*es his innocence AL DRUG AN. friend of K .e s. saya the orchestra lea dr- hu beers hsvtnf trouble with JOE PARROTT hi< f rmer vaudeville ™Tn- -i" iggv.tet Parrott of thg TO .-V P ice .earn that MEL VINA HOLLISTER middle-aged spthster. bad a •, t c j. ire; with King after hi* cat kt:.ed her Cnary CAPTAIN MrNE iL of the detective bureau visita Miss Holn'er ar.rt derides she will bear watching. The hior.d *u*pect ts arrested DENISE LA NO King’s fiancee come* to headmd tell* of =e:r.e Kir.g with blond girl the dav before his death. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORT CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO Bannister stepped forward, it I was a woman's cry that he had heard—a cry that was muffled and died quickly. He heard someone coming then and turned. A shm young man with a square black object slung from a strap over one shoulder was coming toward Eannister. "You working for the Post?" the young man asked. Bannister nodded. I m Sawyer," the newcomer said. “What's going on here? Austin said to come over and make some shots of a couple of dames. ' What’s it all about?" Bannister explained what had happened. The photographer slipped the strap from his shoulder and unfastened the case containing his camera. "So they’re still In there?" he asked, nodding toward McNeal”s office. Bannister assured him that they were. The slender young man eyed the door speculatively. "There’s no use of mv hanging around here,” he fa id. "The chief wont stand for pictures in the building. Best thing I can do is go outside and wait until this Lang girl comes out. I’ll make some shots of her and then come back and see what I can get on the other one." Bannister said an right, that would probably be best. Sawyer paused long enough to ask for a match, lighted a clgaret and then disappeared. There were no sounds now from behind that door. Nothing at all. Bannister, listening, felt his muscles grow taut. And then the door opened. Park Coleman emerged, and behind him Denise Lang. The girl's face was turned so that Bannister could not see It. He said eagerly to Coleman. “The other girl—?” “She's still in there." Coleman did not look as though he wanted to talk, but Bannister paid no attention to that. “But is she the one?’ he demanded. “Did Miss Lang identify her?" It was Denise Lang who answered. She raised her head and Bannister saw that she had been weeping. Her eyes were swollen and red-lined. ‘She's—the one.” the girl told him brokenly. "She's the one I saw with T-Tracy—!" Coleman put a hand on her arm, roughly, but at the same time as though he wanted to shield her. “Come on. Denise” he said. "I’m goim? to take you home. You shouldn't have come out today, anyhow’." He said something more but Bannister did not hear it. Bannister was heading for a telephone. A minute later he reported to the assistant city editor of the Post that Denise Lang had identified the girl who was under arrest. Parker Coleman and Denise Lang were gone when Bannister returned to the corridor. a a a THE news that Denise Lang had identified the blond prisoner as the girl she had seen talking with Tracy King two days before appearing exclusively in the Evening Post that afternoon but the full story of what happened behind that closed door was reserved for the morning newspaper. It was almost

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6 o’clock when McNeal admitted the reporters to his office. They asked questions eagerly. McNeal ignored the questioning. Leaning both arms on the desk before him he began impressively: "Well. I've got something* for you this time. I think in twenty-four hours well have this case solved. The girl -has been identified byLink. the clerk at the Shelby Arms, and she’s admitted she went to King's rooms.” "What’s her name?" demanded Gainey. McNeal shook his head. “We don't know yet,” he said, "but w-e’U find out. She’s admitted she went to King's apartment at 9 the night he was killed. Said she went there to get some letters—” “What kind of letters?" one of the others asked. McNeal scowled. "Letters she’d written to him. Mash notes. I suppose. Her story is that she saw King in the morning and he promised she could have the letters If she came to his apartment that night. But when she got there he said he’d misplaced the letters and promised to bring them to her the next day at the hotel. That’s her story. Somehow she must have found out that he was going to marry Denise Lang, and she came here to try to stop the marriage. When she found she couldn’t — bingo! You know the one about the woman scorned.’ Well—” non BANNISTER, who had been listening silently. Interrupted: ■"What about the letters? Did you find them?” “We did not.” McNeal told him, “and the reason is because they weren’t there. There wasn't an inch of that apartment that wasn’t searched.” “What’s the rest of her Story?” Bannister asked. McNeal scratched hfc head. “We haven’t got It yet,” he admitted, “but tfe will! By morning we ought to have a confession. Maybe sooner.” “But you haven’t even got her name yet,” Gainey put in. “Mystery girl, huh? Miss X. Beautiful, blond mystery girl. Where’d she come from?” "That’s another of the tilings she won't talk hasn’t yet,” McNeal admitted. “The fact remains that she was the last person to see Tracy King alive. She’s admitted as much. Two witnesses have identified her. The coroner says King died between 9 and 9.30, and that’s the time she was in his apart-, ment.” “How about letting us talk to her?” Gainey asked. “Not now! she isn’t going to see anybody until we get that confession.” The reporters lingered a few minutes longer. “How'd Sawyer come out on the pictures?” Gainey asked as he and Bannister left the room together. “Don’t know. He was here, but I don’t know whether he made anything or not.” a a a GAINEY gazed at his companion. Was Bannister, who had seemed such a regular fellow, suddenly getting high hat? The tone ond air of indifference suggested it. Gainey was disappointed. The next moment he decided he had been mistaken. "Well, If our friend, Captain MeNeal. is righ about it,” he said, “my assignment on the Post won’t last much longer. All we have to do now is sit and wait for a confession.” Gainey frowned. "Yes* he said, "if McNeal is right. Funny the girl won't tell them her name or even where she came from. If she didn’t want to spill her real name you’d think she’d make up one. I wonder if McNeal Is right?” "I’m wondering the same thing,” Bannister admitted. (To Be Continued!

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