Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 227, Indianapolis, Marion County, 31 January 1934 — Page 17

JAN\ 31, 1934.

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irc.i\ hfrf today DAVID BANNISTER undertake* to nna out mho kli.ed TRACT KINO orcheatra leader. lit h j hole. apartment Bannii" t*r ti an author and former nta spipfr nan. Ho work* on the murder cate with GAINEY tar reporter on the , Among thote suspected are JT'ITET 1 FRANCE biond and pretty and known to hate vis K ihortlr bfor hit death HERMAN SCURLACrt -*no King a threa'r.:n* letter and JOE PARROTT down-and-out ud*fUe actor It i* aiso known ’ha- MELtINA HOLLISTER mid'.e-aped gptns'er. had quarreled 'th King recently AL DRCOAN Srleno of King*. I* found dr-sd :r a wr- <d automobile. Bar.mcer persuade-- tr.e police cmet to ie- Juliet come to hu auri * home, ostensibly a* a goes’ on the theory that if the girl bel;e*.es herself free tr.tv can learn more about her. Purro-t located in S Loula * r i“ * detective 1* sent to bring hint to Tremont Bannl ter e- out the old wedd.ng picture he found In _ K.r.g * ,&*d* room, wraps It, addresses it and drops NOW GO ON WITH THF. STOUT CHAPTER THIRTY (Continued! He went to the desk and rummaged through its drawers. They were in a disordered state and his method of searching for what he wanted was equally disordered. Old letters, pages of manuscript and clippings from newspapers fell to the floor. Bannister picked them up. Jammed them back into the drawer and tried another. For se\eral minutes the search proceeded unprofitably. Suddenly he drew forth an oblong bit of cardboard. a a a IT WAS -the photograph he had found on the floor of Tracy King’s apartment, the wedding picture of thirty ago. Bannister glanced at- the bride in her ruffled wedding finery and the bridegroom with his impressive mustache. Bannister gave it up. He placed the photograph on the desk before him. propping it against a pile of books. Then he sat back and looked at it. After a while he reached for the picture and held it to the light. Bannister frowned. There was something familiar about that bridegroom. Why hadn't he noticed it before? It was something that just escaped remembrance. He had seen the man —or had he? Thirty years could make great changes. If the man in the photograph were dressed in modern clothes, if the mustache were missing, how would he look? Bannister tried to imagine the result but it was difficult. But the familiarity 'persisted. Somewhere Bannister was sure he had seen that face. Where? He himself had drifted over the continent, settled in a dozen different cities during the last six years. It might have been in Hollywood, Mexico City. Chicago—oh, there was no chance to figure it out that way! He gave up the effort and began to undress. But in five minutes he was back again, staring at the photograph. A little later he sat at his desk, busy with cardboard and w rapping paper. He placed the photograph inside the cardboard, wrapped it securely. Then he took pen and ink and wrote an address. Afterward, because he was not in the least sleepy, he put on his coat, went down stairs and left the house. He walked two blocks until he reached a mail box and dropped the package inside. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE BANNISTER met Gainey in the corridor outside the detectives’ quarters. He asked, “Are they here yet?’’ “Got here twenty minutes ago,” Gainey told him. "I was looking for you. McNeal’s going to let us know as soon as we can see him.” They went into the detective bureau office. Fleming was there and another reporter. A buzzer sounded then and the man at the desk arose. He went to the door of McNeal’s office and a moment later turned. “You can go in now,” he said, motioning with his head. The four newspaper men filed into the adjoining room. Two men stood almost in the cen-

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ter of the room. One of them was slender with stooped shoulders. He had dark eyes that were round anc; very bright, like small, shining buttons. The man’s face was sallow and lined. There was nothing about the face that suggested youth vet he might have been young. Anywhere from 25 to 40. One arm he kept close to his side. There was a band about his wrist, fastened by a chain to the wrist of the man who stood beside him. McNeal said, “Well. Parrott, here are somp newspaper men to see you. Bovs, this is Joe Parrott." The man with the stooped shoulders said nothing. His sullen lips t witched faintly. Gainey stepped forward. “How“re you.” he said easily. “My name's Gainey—of the Post. Have a cigaret?” Parrott accepted the cigaret. held it to the lighted match that Ganiey provided. “Thanks." he said, but there was no gratitude in his expression. “Won’t you tell us all about it?" Gainey went on. “I ain't got nothin' to say.” the words were muttered, half-inaudi-ble. Oh. but you must have! You're in a jam here and we want your side of the story.” “I ain’t got nothin’ to say!’ Parrott repeated belligerently, “except that I didn't do nothin’. They've got no right to keep me here. They got no right to do it!” “Well, then.” said Gainey, “let’s hear about it.” His lips set in their sullen line again and did not open. a a a room was quiet for several A moments. Then Fleming ventured a question. “Do you admit tou were here in Tremont a week ago. the night Tracy King w-as murdered?” he asked. Still no answer. “Well.” said MrNeal from his desk, “you’ve seen him. boys, I guess there’s no use wasting any more time. Take him back to his cell, Joe.” The man whose wrist was attached to Farrott’s turned. “Put out that cigaret,” he ordered. Parrott dropped the cigaret to the lloor and Gainey stepped forward, crushing it under his heel. ’ So long.” he said cheerily. It was just before Parrott reached the door that he looked back. His eyes were on Gainey and Fleming. “Listen, you wise guys!” he said, “I’ll tell you this much. They ain’t goin’ to keep me here! I got friends, see? I ain’t goin’ to stay in no jail. I got fripnas that will get me out of herp. I ain't done nothin' and tWey can’t prove nothin' and I ain't goin’ to stay here —!” The detective had his hand on thp door and with a jerk opened it. •That'll do.” he said. “Come on. Step on it.” Then the door swung shut. Gainey gave a low whistle. "Sweet customer,” he said to McNeal. “Sweet, gentle customer!" “We're used to them.’ the captain growded. His voice sounded weary. “What’s the dope on him?” Fleming wanted to know'. “We’re holding him.” McNeal told them, for questioning. We know he was here the night Tracy King was killed. At least, we know he was here at 8 o’clock that night. We’ve also got something else I’d rather not say anything about just now—” a a a THE reporters urged but it of no avail. McNeal refused to ! say any more. Bannister noticed : again how tired the detective capi tain looked. “Drop in again late this afternoon.” McNeal told them in parting. “I may have something for i you.” ' A confession?” Gainey’s grin, ias he said it, w-as impish. Three ; times McNeal had predicted a confession and each had failed. (To Be Continued)

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TARZAN THE INVINCIBLE

The ape-man hurried quickly back to the mouth of the tunnel. “Quick," he cried to La, as he raised the gate that had fallen behind him after he had passed through. ‘ln there?" she asked, frightened. “It is our only chance of escape." replied the ape-man.

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, THE INDIANAPOLIS TIMES

Without another word La crowded into the corridor beside him. Tarzan lowered tbe grating and with La following closely behind him returned to the opening leading into the shaft With but a word, he lifted La in his arms and raised her as high as he could.

—By Ahem

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She did not need to be told what to do. With little difficulty she found both hand and foothold upon the rough surface of the interior of the shaft and with Tarzan just below her, assisting and steadying her, she made her way slowly aloft.

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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