Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 231, Indianapolis, Marion County, 5 February 1934 — Page 15

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U(>l.\ HI RH TODAY DAVID BANNISTER under***** to JVrrl out r.o Killed TRACY KING, orchestra leader Bar.niarer it an author and forrr,r newspaper man. He worts or. the murtler ca-* with OAINEY. star repo-'e; Ol i Aa re ’; ; -peeked are JULIET FRANCE ar.d known to hate vt*)*ed King ehortlv before hi* death; HERMAN SCURI AC'H who wrote Kmi a threatening Setter, and JOE PARROTT down-and-out vaudeville actor I* la alto known that MELVTNA HOLLISTER rr.iddle-xreri pir,ster. had quarre.od w;'l King recently. AL DRT’GAN friend of King*. U found dead in a wrecked automobile. Rrv r per .<!•' *h.e po -e chief to ie* Juliet com* to hit aunt* home, ostensibly as * g-.** on the theory tht if *r * r;rl b*. :-■*-. herself free they can learn more about her P. rrof is nca’*d In Bt. houls and a de**c*.se j, *ent to bring him back j ...e> beg Bannister to stop trying to find o'.* who killed Tracy King NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPFR THIRTY-FOUR Continued' '‘Well,” he said. I can t promise *to do that. But. as for letting myself in for any danger. I assure you I'm not going to do anything foolhardy." ' You won't give it up?" the girl asked slowly. "No. Miss France, but if you’ve been doing any worrying on my ac- ' count, you can set your mind at rest right now. Th>rr s not the slightest reason for it.” "But you don't need to do it!” the girl urged There isn't any reason why you should." "I don't quite see it that way,” j Bannister said steadily. "But as for danger—that's ridiculous! And now suppose you give me a little more of that hot coffee.” She filled the rup with steaming coffee. "More toast?” she asked. '"‘No more, thanks." a a a nnHERE was a little more casual JL conversation between them while Bannister finished his breakfast. Ten minutes later he left the house. His gloomy mood of an hour, earlier had disappeared. The sky was still gray and looked as though snow nu#it fall before evening, but the crisp, cold air was invigorating, i Bannister, as he swung aboard a street car. was still thinking about ; the girl who had sat across the breakfast table from him. He opened his newspaper, turned to his# favorite comic strip and then the sport pages. By the time he : had finished with them they were downtown. He left the car and walked to the Evening Post building. As usual, he climbed the stairs to the editorial rooms instead of waiting for the elevator. Jim Paxton was in his office and called to him as he passed the door. Bannister entered the office. "Hello, Jim.” he said. "What's on | your mind?” Paxton leaned back in his chair. "The Tremont Club's having a dinner next week.” he said. "They want you to make a talk for them—” "Good Lord! You know I can’t make speeches.” "Oh. it isn't as bad as that. You don't have to prepare a speech. Just say a few words, something impromptu—” Bannister held up his hands in protest. “Not, me. Jim! You don t think I'd be roped in on a thing like that, do you? Say. Id rather face ar rifls squad. Look here. I thought you were a friend of mine!” ana PAXTON'S expression was rather sheepish. "I knew you wouldn't want to do it.” lie admitted, "but I had to promise to ask you. It was Ben Cameron's idea.” "Then tell Cameron he’ll have to find another victim. All my evenings next week are definitely engaged.” "AH right. Dave. I’ll tell them that. Anything new this morning?” "Not that I know of." Bannister /Told him. "Have you seen Gainey around.” "Saw him a couple of hours ago. You'd better ask Austin. He may be able to tell you where you can find him.” But Bannister did not need to ask Austin where to look for Gainey. As soon as he stepped into the city

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room he saw the reporter. Gainey sat at a desk and in a chair facing him, was a woman. Bannister turned to the table on which exchange newspapers from other cities were piled. He was not interested in Gainey s companion. He turned carelessly through the newspaper on top of the pile, turned through the second and then something raught his eye. He was deep in the marvels of an ancient temple recently discovered in Mexico when he heard his name. "Oh, Bannister!” It was Gainey who had called and now was motioning for him to come over to the desk in the corner. Bannister crossed the room. He said, "Hello. What s up?" The woman beside Gainey looked up Bannister saw that she was wearing a brown coat and brown hat with an orange ribbon on it. Her face was rather pretty, though it was too broad and her nose inclined to turn up. Her age, he guessed, would be somewhere between 18 and 28. Stiffly curled hair showed beneath her hat and the rouge on her cheeks had been applied in large pink circles. a a a (~v AINEY said. “Miss Connor, this J is Mr. Bannister. I'd like him to hear what you've been telling me.” The woman looked at Bannister and seemed to hesitate. Her eyes returned to Gainey's. “Is he on the paper, too?” she asked. Gainey nodded. “Yes,” he said. "He knowns as much about the case as I do.” He turned to Bannister. Miss Connor,” he explained, "is a maid at the Coleman's—Parker Coleman s home. She’s read about the King murder in the Post an< saw my name over the stories. That’s why she asked for me. She thinks she know*s something of importance ” The maid interrupted. She said: “I don't know whether it's important or not. And I don't know if I should have come here. If any one finds out about it they’ll fire me. I know they will!” "But nobody's going, to find out about it,” Gainey reassured her. “Ive already told you that.” The maid's large blue eyes continued to regard Bannister doubtfully. At last she said. "All right—but I don't think I should have come.” Both men were silent, waiting for her to go on. "I wouldn’t have said anything to anybody,” the maid continued, her words coming more rapidly. "Only Mr. King was such a wonderful young man. I’ve got one of his pictures—autographed. I wrote and asked for it and right away he sent the picture. Wasn't that nice of him? I saw him once on the street, too—with that Denise Lang.” She paused anc her eyes turned from one of her listeners to the other. “I was thinking about that.” she said, "when it came to me. I mean about what happened that night.” CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE APPARENTLY Daisy Connor was unconscious of the dramatic effect of her words. "I remember,” she said, "because Mrs. Coleman and I were the only ones in the house. Mr. Coleman had driven off in his car right after dinner. Mrs. Coleman was in her bedroom and when the telephone rang about 8 I answered it. "It was a woman’s voice on the phone. She wanted td know if Parker Coleman was there and I said no, he wasnlt. Then she said, If he comes in soon will you tell him Denise Lang called?’ "I said. yes. Id tell him. I went back to my room and looked at that picture of Tracy King. I've got it in a silver frame I bought at Herbst's. Somehow I couldn't see how a girl who was going to marry Tracy King could be wasting time on Parker Coleman. Not. of course, that Mr. Coleman isn't nice enough —only he's nothing like Tracy King! (To Be Continued)

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