Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 230, Indianapolis, Marion County, 3 February 1934 — Page 13

FEB. 8, 1934-

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BEGIN HIRE TODAT r>AVID n ANNISTER undertake* to find out ho kiilefl TRACY KINO orchestra leader. in ht* h "el apartment. Bann:*tr u n aj’hnr and former r.evapaper tr.ar. H* worts on the murder case with GAINEY atar reporter on the Port. Among thoae inspected ere JULIET PRANCE, blond end pre*tv end known to have vleited K:;t* short',V before his deafn HERMAN HCTRI ACtf who wro'e Kin* * threatening le'ter; end JOE PAf.fOTI down-end-out vaudeville actor It 1* aeo known *het MEI.VINA HOti.IHTER middle-aed splaiter. had qiiar?t><l *.*h Kir.* r^c^n’i? Nv. DRU(• AN frierd of K nii ll so :nfl dead In a wrecked automobile Bannister persuades the polite chief • i • • e to hia aunt's horn*. o*erusib!v aa a guest, on the theory that if the girl be levee rerse.t free they can iearn more about her Pa-- • • F- I i ar.d a detective is sent to brine him hack Bar.r:"er *s o-r the -tr wi"h M r NEAL Os the de‘er*;ve bureau McNeal believes Kina and Drigan were ki.led bv fane-ste-s and tha* Juliet la Involved srl*n the tame gang NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE (Continued) There was silence for several minutes. Then Bannister knocked the ashes from his cigar. 'So it's Just another gangster mess!’’ He said distastefully. ‘Well. Denise Lang's lucky if you're right about it. Wonder if her father had any idea of all this. I mean about where King got his money.” McNeal said. "He was in here this morning." “Who?” "Arthur Lang.” Bannister straightened. “Guess I didn t hear about that.” he said. “What did he want?” “Wanted to know what progress we were making with the King case. It certainly surprised me when they told me he was here. They way he talked that first morning after King was shot he seemed to think a policeman was poison;” “So he wanted to know what progress you’ve been making?” Bannisted said. “I wonder just how fond Arthur Lang was of his prospective son-in-law.’” “That's one I can't answer. I didn't waste much time on him. Told him we were doing all we could.” “How much would you say Lang is worth?” •‘l've heard it was a million and I’ve heard it was five. Somewhere between the two, I suppose. He'll never starve.” a a a ** \ MILLION dollars," Bannister /V repeated. “That's a lot of money. If I had a million berries I'd head for the South Sea Islands.” “Where .the girls wear grass skirts?” “Sure. I'd be king of an island of my own and have a dozen of those grass skirt dancers just to wave palm leaf fans before my throne.” McNeal snorted. Evidently he considered any comment beneath his dignity. The younger man got to his feet. “Well,” he said, “I guess it's time for me to be on my way.” He took half a dozen steps toward the door, then turned. "Oh. there’s another thing I meant to mention. Jordan raised cain because my aunt sent hint on a couple of errands today. Said he couldn't watch what was going on around the place if he had to keep running to the grocery store. I don’t exactly know what to do about it. If I tell my aunt—” "Don't tell her anything,” McNeal said crisply. “11l put another man out there to watch the house if Jordan leaves. The main thing is to trail the girl in case she goes anywhere. We can't let her get away. That's the important thing!” “O. Ksaid Bannister. “I’ll tell Jordan he's still the errand boy.” He grinned. “He won't like it much. Good night. Cap.” It was late when Bannister reached hime and it was late when he awoke next morning. He looked out the window and saw that the sky was gray. It was a gray world Bannister did not mind that. It suited his mood. Usually he whistled in his shower but this morning there was no sound but the splash-

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JACK MINER has placed metal hands on the legs ol hundreds of his wild goose visitors, and hunters from no less than twenty-three state* have brought down geese wearing the Miner leg band. Each of the bends contains a verse of Scripture, and Mr. Miner calls the geese hi* missionaries. NEXT—Do goats eat tin cans*

ing of the water. He dressed and went downstairs. won THE dining room table was set for one. There was fruit on a plate and cereal and a pitcher of cream. The bread was in the toaster, ready to be toasted. The percolator stood on its mat. But there was no one in sight. Bannister went from the kitchen into the living room. Both were deserted. • He started back toward the kitchen when suddenly he heard steps and turned Juliet France was coming down the stairs. “Good morning,” she said, smiling. She was in one of Kate Hewlett's blue and white house dresses. It was much too large sot her and the belt was folded over twice as far as it should have been, yet it was becoming. “Good morning,” Bannister greeted her. “Have you any idea where my aunt is?” “She went to the market. Every* thing's ready for your breakfast except the eggs and bacon, and I’ll cook them right away.’” “Oh. please !” Bannister didn’t know why he felt that he couldn't, have her doing that. “Don't bother,” he went on. But I promised your aunt.” the girl said. "She told me exactly how you like the eggs. I'll have them cooked in just a few minutes ” She gave him a smile over her shoulder and hurried on to the kitchen. Bannister sat down at the table and poured crpam on the cereal. He was uncomfortable. He didn't want this girl doing things for him, waiting on him. “Dd you turn the percolator on?” a voice called from the doorway. He said that he had, though It wasn't true. As soon as she was out of sight he pushed the electric button. Five minutes later the p’atter of eggs and bacon was ■before him. Across the table the girl poured his coffee, handed the cup to him. There was silence then for several moments, a silence so heavy that, Bannister was compelled to glance up. He saw that the girl's eyes had suddenly become grave. Her hands were clasped together and when she spoke the words came rapidly, earnestly. “Mr. Bannister,” she said, “I —I want to ask you to do something.” His face showed his surprise. The girl hurried on. She said, “I want you to stop trying to find out who killed Tracy King.” CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR 'T'HE girl went on without wait- -*■ ing for a reply. “Maybe that’s a queer thing to ask but—oh, I mean it, Mr. Bannister! There's no reason why you should take such risks—!” “What risks?” Bannister asked. Juliet France unclasped her hands and immediately clasped them together again. She was leaning forward and her eyes, watching his intently, seemed to darken. “There are risks,” she said. “Don't you see that I could never forgive myself if anything happened? You and your aunt have been so kind to me.” Bannister broke the corner from a piece of toast and buttered it. "It seems to me.” he said, “that you’re greatly exaggerating the situation. There isn’t the slightest danger—” “Oh. but therp is!” The exclamation was so swift it was startling. Bannister put down the toast. “What sort of danger?” he asked. “What do you expect to happen?” The girl lowered her eyes. When she raised them a moment later she said. “I don't know. But I’m afraid it will be something terrible! I—l wish you'd do as I ask!” He was to remember those words more than once in the days to come. iTo Be Continued)

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TARZAN THE INVINCIBLE

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Slowly the man ascended. They could hear his shuffling progress coming nearer and nearer to the top. He did not climb as the ape-like priests of Opar were wont to climb. Tarzan thought perhaps he was carrying a cumbersome or heavy load which retarded his progress.

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When finally his head came into the view, the ape-man saw that he was an old man, which accounted for his lack of agility, and then powerful fingers closed about the throat of the unsuspecting Oparian and he was lifted bodily out of the shaft.

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

‘Silence!” said the ape-man. “Do as you ar told and you will not be harmed.” La snatched a knife from the girdle of their victim. Tarzan forced him to the floor and slightly released his hold upon the fellow's throat, turning him around so that they could see his face.

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