Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 222, Indianapolis, Marion County, 25 January 1934 — Page 21

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BANNISTER explained briefly. He had called the newspaper office at the same time he had notified the police of Drugan’s death. While the physician made a hurried examination McNeal asked questions. He wanted to know where the wrecked car had been found "I*'s still there.” Bannister told him. “Just as it was.” McNeal wanted to know how Drugan was lying when they found him. He wanted to know what time it was and asked a dozen other questions. Bannister left Coleman to answer them and walked away. Presently the ambulance was on its wav back to Tremont. McNeal and the other detective climbed into Parker Coleman’s roadster. Bannister rode with the Post photographer and they followed the roadster to the place where the over-turned sedan still lay. Sawyer swore softly as he stepped out. surveying the wreck. The headlights of the two cars supplied light enough to show what had happened. The sedan had plunged from the road and fallen forward, turning completely over. It was lying with its wheels in the air and the hillside was gashed with deep ragged furrows, showing the path it had taken "Some smash-up!" Sawyer exclaimed and repeated it. "Some smash-up!” He became busy immediately, getting his camera from its case and rummaging for flashlight powder Bannister moved on to join the others. He and Coleman tried to show the detectives how Drugan had been pressed in between the steering wheel and the side of the car. McNeal seemed interested in the tracks down the hillside and inspected them w ith his flashlight. a a a HE went back to look at the tracks a second time but before he did that he examined the interior of the sedan. It was large and rather cumbersome, a model six or eight years out of date. There

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were some road maps in the door pocket, a piece of cloth that had been used to remove dust, a circular letter from a musical Instrument company, addressed to Drugan, and a can of shoe polish. McNeal. poking about the upholstered seat, suddenly drew forth an object. "Ah!" he exclaimed. Look at this’" \l was a quart bottle, almost empty of the dark fluid inside. McNeal held the bottle to his nostrils, removed it hastily with a grimace. • What Is It?” Bannister asked. ‘ Smell it." Bannister sniffed the contents of the bottle. It was whisky—whisky that was so vile-smelling it must have been among the cheapest grades the bootleggers supply. Bannister returned the bottle. “So that’s it?” he said. Well, if he drank all that I'm not surprised he couldn't keep in the road.” Suddenly there was a roar like a gun shot and a flash of light. Sawyer, the photographer, called, “Crowd up close together, will you? I want to shoot another one—” Bannister managed to step aside before the second picture was taken. Hp did not fancy his likeness appearing in the public press. Besides there were too many In the group. He turned and found Parker Coleman at his side. "Say,” Coleman asked, "what are these detectives Why didn't they just send someone out to bring in the car? I don’t understand it. It was just an accident, wasn't it? I mean they don’t suspect—?” “I don’t know,” Bannister told him. “Ive been wondering the same thing, but I'm going to find out.” It w'as not until they were back at central headquarters that Bannister got the answer. Then he said. “Look here, McNeal, just exactly what do you make of all this? Drugan's death was an accident, wasn’t it? How could it have been anything but an accident?” The captain’s eyes were on the cigar he was lighting and he did not raise them as he spoke. “It could.” he said, “have been murder. A murder cleverly planned to look like an accident.” CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN 'T'HE death of A1 Drugan, knowm to be a close friend of Tracy king's, brought the King murder mystery into blazing headlines once more. Newspaper columns devoted to “letters to the editor” lengthened by inches. Why. indignant writers demanded, had the police not solved this crime?

There wrre newspaper accounts, too. hinting that the “accident” in which Drugan met his death was something far more sinister. Captain McNeal had refused to be quoted on the subject, but many others knew' the facts. Bannister and J Randolph Gainey talked it over, sitting in a corner of the Post city room. What gets me,” Gainey declared, “is the fact that whenever a piece of news breaks you manage to be there before it happens. Not just afterward, but before! That’s what I can’t understand. Won’t you tell me how you do it?” “Coleman really did that.” Bannister objected. “He saw the car before I did.” “Yes. but you got the story just the same. I don’t see how you do it! Here I plug aw r ay all day long—” And you’re doing a sw r ell job!” Bannister told him crisply. “An excellent job. I just happened to be lucky a couple of times, as any one might be. But luck isn’t enough to see you through a job like this.” “Oh. isn’t it? Well. I wish I had some of yours, just the same.” (To Be Continued)

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