Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 235, Indianapolis, Marion County, 9 February 1934 — Page 27

FEB. 9, 1934.

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Bir.lN HIRI TOO % V DAVID BANNISTER undertake* to find out no *:;;ed TRACY KINO, orcheetr* leader Bannister is *n author and former newspaper man He works on the fhurder rase with GAINER, star reporter on the Pott Among thoe *iperted art JULIET FRANCE blond, pretty and known to have Ti'ited Kins shortly before his de*-n HERMAN SCULACH who wrote Kin* a threatening letter, and JOE PARROTT, down-and-r . • ■> actor I* :s also known that MELVINA HOLLISTER middle-aged spinster, had quarreled with K;n* recently. AL DRUGAN fr:r.d of Kir.e s Is found dead In a wrecked antomobiie Bannister o-r* lades the police chief to let Juliet come to his aunt's home ostensibly ss a guet-. on the henry tha* if the girl believe* h'rseif free they can learn more about her ju'let beg* Bannistey t 0 stop trying K.'-g La’er that da-. Melv.na Hollister is found dead Banmster rutr.es to the hc‘el where McNeai of ’he detective bureau tells him Melvins was strangled. Her brother Matthew Is hvstricl ar.d demand* that the police protect him. NOW GO ON WITH THE UTORY CHAPER THIRTY-SEVEN 'Continued) McNeal's "minute" lengthened Into five and still he did not reappear. “I'll bet the manager's plenty excited," Fleming volunteered. "Two murders in two weeks in this place!” “He probably isn't any too pleased about It," Oainey agreed "I heard yesterday that five families have moved out of here lately.” Th<*v saw* McNeal then, coming toward them, and the reporters got to their feet. The” rode to the second floor in the elevator and followed the detect ivee captain down a corridor. An officer in uniform stood before a door ahead. He stepped aside for them to enter the apartment. The living room, as McNeal had said, looked exactly as it had the night he and Bannister had paid the Hollisters a visit. Bannister stood just inside the room, glancing around him. when another door opened. Matthew Hollister stood on the threshold. He seemed to recognize McNeal as the person in charge for he hurried forward. His voice rose hysterically. “Ive got to have protection!” he cried “I won’t stay here. I tell you. The police have got to protect me!" CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT Matthew hollister was a completely changed figure whether from grief or terror Bannister could only guess. He seemed smaller, shrunken and his face was as colorless as his rather sallow skin could be. But it was not these changes that were so startling. Matthew's eyes had lost their mildness. They were wide, dark and they sought McNeal's face wildly, “The police have got to protect me!” he shouted. McNeal stepped forward. ‘‘Just what are you afraid of. Mr. Hollister 0 ” he asked. What am I afraid of? You ask me that, with my sister Iving dead in the next room? This place isn't safe. I tell you. I won't stay here—" ' You don't need to stay if you don't want to." McNeal assured him. “You can go somewhere else.” ‘‘That's not what I want. I want protection!” McNeal eyed him curiously, “You mean you want a bodyguard? Listen. Hollister, if there's any one you're afraid of I want you to tell me about it. We'll do all we can to protect you. but we’ll have to know who or what you suspect—” Matthew Hollister's voice rose more shrilly. “My sister's dead, isn't she? Someone murdered her. Right in this room! There was a man killed upstairs, too, less than two weeks ago. I tell you this place isn't safe' They're liable to walk in here and murder me any minute!” ‘ Who do you mean by ‘they?’ ” That line of questioning brought little satisfaction. It was obvious that Matthew Hollister was ip the grip of hysteria. He seemed completely terrified—not of any certain person or persons, but that the same fate had been his sister's might be his. It was finally settled that he

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should stay in the apartment that night and that McNeal would send out a man to guard the place. When Hollister seemed quieter, Bannister stepped to his side. "You remember me, don't you. Mr. Hollister?" he asked. "We had a little talk downtown a few days ago.” Matthew Hollister raised his eyes. Why, yes," he said slowly. ‘‘l remember.” My names Bannister.” the other reminded him "I wonder if there’s some place where we could go now to talk— ’* Hollister glanced sidewise at McNeal who was speaking to a uniformed officer “We could go in my room, I guess." he said. ana HE led the way and the reporters followed The bedroom opened off a narrow hall at the left It was a small square room, simply furnished. There was an 1 old-fashioned walnut bed and chest of drawers, two chairs —one of them walnut and the other upholstered—and a small table on which stood a lamp and some books. The single 1 window was covered by a lace cur- ' tain. On the walls were old-fash-ionnd pictures in heavy frames—one of them an enlarged photograph of a woman, the Qthers landscapes. Hollister, apologizing for the lack of chairs, sat on the bed and Bannister sat beside him. "We'd like to hear just what happened this afternoon.” he said. "I mean—so far as you know.” The wild look had gone from Matthew Hollister's eyes. They were pale and mild again. But his voice ; was not quite at its natural pitch and it was not quite steady. “I told the police,” he said, “but I can tell you over again., I don't know anything about how—it happened. I was away most of the afternoon. I went for a walk. I usually go for a walk every day and I didn't get out this morning. Had a touch of indigestion. This afternoon I felt better, so I decided to j go out. Meivina'd been puttering around ' i the kitchen, washing the dishes and doing some cooking She told me she'd made a lemon pie for supper.” He hesitated. “It's out there now,” he added slowly. "I saw it a while ago. “I told her I was going out and stopped to find out if there was anything she wanted me to get for her. She said there wasn't. “She was sitting at the writing desk when I left.” he went on. “She didn't say so. but I supposed she was going to write a letter. O U tt AGAIN there was a pause and then Hollister continued, “I went downstairs and out on the street.” ‘Did you meet any 'one you know?” Bannister asked. “No. Don't remember that I did There were some people on the street but I didn't stop to talk to any one. I just walked. After while I thought I'd gone far enough and started back. When I got to the corner down the street I noticed the clock In the drug store window said it was five minutes to 5. That wasn't right, though, because I always keep my watch right. I looked at it and it was exactly one minute before 5.” “I came into the hotel and rode up to this floor in the elevator. It was dark when I opened the door and I wondered w'hy Melvina hadn’t turned on the lights. Then I saw her. She was in that big chair before the window, sort of fallen sidewise. I thought she was sick, but when I touched her and felt her hands—” His voice dropped and he turned away. “I knew." he w r ent on brokenly. “I ran dorm stairs and told the clerk something terrible had happened. He came back with me. There's a doctor in the building and he came pretty soon, but of course it was too late. The clerk called the police, too. I guess. They have been going around asking a lot of questions.” (To Be Continued)

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TARZAN THE INVINCIBLE

“Do not cry, La,” Tarzan said. “We shall return to Opar and yon ahall regain your throne.” “I am crying for joy,” she replied. “Joy that I shall be alone with you.” In pity Tarzan held her for a moment. Then they set off once more toward the barrier cliff.

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That night, they slept in a great tree, La in a crude couch which Tarzan constructed between two branches; Tarzan himself in the crotch of the tree a few feet below. Tarzan awoke at dawn. The sky was overcast and he sensed an approaching storm.

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Tarzan and La had not eaten for many hours. He craved meat and must find it, returning to La before the storm broke. For La he would build a fire and cook it, though he himself, like the beasts who had nutured him in his youth, still preferred it raw.

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

He looked up into La’s cot and saw that she was still asleep. Knowing that she mu3t be exhausted from all she had passed through the previous day, he let her sleep on, and swinging to a nearby tree, he set out in search of food.

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