Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 232, Indianapolis, Marion County, 6 February 1934 — Page 17

FEB, 6. 1934.

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n-r.ix untr today DAVID BANNISTER ur.dert**** to And out ho k.. <1 TRACT KINO orchestra leader. Bann;t*r U an author and former newspaper mar. ffe_worlt on the murder case lth GAINEY. star reporter on the Post. __ A iron* thoro *uap*ct4 *t* JCI-ITT PRANCE, tinnd. prettjr anti knows to have visited Kins *Bocttt before hi* death-. HERMAN BCUBLaCH. ho wrote K'.r.x a UmatalM Mmc *nd JOE PARROTT 0 jirn-and-out r nd*vil.e actor It ii also known that MEL . INA HOLLISTER m.dd>-a*ed apir.star. had quarreled with Kind rerentir. AL DROOAM friend of K rj a. is found dead in a wrecked automobile. Bannister perausdea the pioce chief to let Juliet come to his aunt'* home, orti aaib'.T as a gif't. or. the theory that if ths firl believe* herself free thee can learn more ebotit her _ , _ Parrott Is located in S? Louis and a detective -er.t to brica elm back. DAISY CONNOR maid in the Cowmen home, tells Oair.ey she knows somethin* about the murder NOW no ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE (Continued) “After a while I picked up the book I'd been reading and went on with it It mast have been close to 9 o’clock when the telephone rung again and I went down and answered it. It was Denise Lang again—I've heard her voice often enough to know! ‘Ls Parker Coleman there?' she asked and I said no. he wasn't. She didn’t say any more but just Thank you’ and hung up. * "Well, next morning when I saw the papers and read what had happened to poor Mr. King I nearly cried my eyes out. I couldn't think of anything except that I’d never see him again or hear him sing those beautiful songs.” Bannister was growing restless. “But what has all this to do,” he began. Daisy Connor checked him. “Don't you see?” she asked. “I've told you Denise Lang telephoned to Parker Coleman twice that evening. Between 8 and 9 o'clock. Why did she want to say next day he was at her house then? That’s what she said. I read it in the paper myself.” She turned to Gainey. "You wrote it. didn't you?” "Yes," Gainey admitted, "I did. Don't you remember, Bannister? You were there. She told us Parker Coleman came to see her. Said he was an old friend and that he's been out of town.” a a a ' 'T'HAT part of it was right,” the A maid told them. “It was late in the afternoon when he got home. He came in a taxi and had his traveling bag with him. He'd been away three or four days—on some kind of business trip, his mother said. “You’re positive it was Miss Lang who called the second time?” Bannister asked. Daisy Connor nodded her head emphatically. "I couldn’t have been mistaken about that,” she said. “It was the same voice I heard before. And I've heard it plenty of other times, too.” Gainey drew a small square on * a sheet of copy paper and filled it in with black marks. Then he looked at Bannister and said, "Well?” The other shook his head. "I can’t make it out. Coleman certainly wasn't at her home if Miss Lang telephoned to him. But why would she want to tell us a thing like that? I can't see any reason for it.” Daisy Connor said, "Humph!” in a tone filled with disgust. ' What do you think about it. Miss Connor?” Gainey asked quickly. “I'm not saying what I think," the maid said. "I've told you what happened. That's all I know. I want to see justice done!" "Yes.” said Bannister, “That’s •what we aU want to see. Now about these telephone calls—you're sure it was about 8 when the first one came?” •It must have been. Dinner's at 6:30 and it's always after 7 before they leave the table. I'd finished up my kitchen work and gone to my room. It could have been maybe a little before or a little after 8. but it couldn't have been much later.” “And the second call came about 9?”

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THE girl nodded her head. “I haven't any way to know for sure.” she admitted, “but I think lit was about an hour later. I didn't look at the clock, so of course I couldn’t absolutely swear to it ” It was as near an explicit answer as they could get. Gainey asked several other questions. Then suddenI ly Daisy Connor got to her feet, j "My land!” she exclaimed. “Look at what time it's getting to be! I'd no idea it was so late! I've | got to hurry!” She stood, nervously fastening the buttons of her coat. Gainey was on his feet. too. “I'm glad you came in, Miss Connor,” he said. “This may mean a lot. The police are ! doing their part ” The maids sharp exclamation stopped him. “Oh!” she said, “you aren’t going to teil the police what I've told you, are you?” “Dont you think they should know it?" Miss Connor shook her head wildly. "You mustn’t tell them,”-she said. “If you do I'll lose my job. I just know I will!” “Well, all right,” Gainey agreed, i “if that's the way you feel about it, although I don’t see what harm it could do. But suppose I want to ; get in touch with you some time. How can I reach you?” She gave him a telephone numi ber and told him when to call. Then, with a last glance at the clock, she | hurried away. Gainey leaned back in his chair and looked at Bannister. "And that's that!” he said. “What do you think of it?” “Interesting,” Bannister told him. “I suppose there are at least a hundred other young women in Tremont who keep framed photographs of Tracy King on their dressing tables.” "A hundred!” jeered Gainey. “There are thousands of ’em But | what of that?” “Oh, nothing. I was just thinki ing about it.” a a a GAINEY sat up straighter. “Look here,” he said. “I think she was telling the truth. You should have seen how scared she was when she came in here. Now, if it is the truth, what's the rest of it?’’ ”1 should say,” Bannister told him. “it means the rich and beauti- ; ful Denise Lang was going to some I pains to plant an alibi.’” "Exactly! But why? She didn’t ! need an alibi.” “Maybe it wasn’t for herself.” Gainey’s look was uncomprehending. Then he said slowly, ‘“You mean—Coleman?” Bannister nodded. “Could be. couldn’t it?” “Coleman!” Gainey repeated. “Say, what are you getting at? You don’t think? ” “I didn’t say I think Coleman shot Tracy King,” Bannister went on quickly. “I only said that if Denise Lang was trying to plan an alibi it must have been for Coleman or herself. I don’t pretend to understand it.” “It’s too much for me,” Gainey said heavily. “Come on—let’s get out of here.” At 3:30 that afternoon Bannister slipped his key into the front door of his aunt's white cottage and turned the latch. He had no excuse for going home so early except that he was simply out of sorts. The hallway seemed dark as he stepped inside. Then, becoming accustomed to the light, he saw that the afternoon mail was laid out on the table. There was a letter addressed to him and Bannister picked it up. •To Be Continued) * Government scientists found that the simple method of putting wet shavings on the floor of a refrigerator car would keep apples and pears . from freezing in transit in moderately cold weather.

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The two, Tarzan and La, had to descend while it was still light, to the throne room where all the inhabitants of the city were congregated at sundown performing the age-old rite of speeding the Flaming God to his night of rest.

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

Here she paused, listened to the services being conducted within the great chamber, waiting for the cue that would bring them to a point when all within the room, except the high priestess, would be prostrated with their faces pressed against the floor.

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