Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 237, Indianapolis, Marion County, 12 February 1934 — Page 15

FEB. 12, 1934.

gk UNKNOWN BLOND By Laura Lou B3QQKMAN V& Q™ ** M _

BEGIN HI HI TODAf DAVID BAN NIST EH ind*rt*ikr* to fine out who killed TRACY KINO orehtrm lfo#r Bar.ni*trr s* an author And former newsp*P* r man Ha works on the murder caw with GAINEY. star reporter on the Pot , Anons those are JULIET FRANCE blond, pretty and known to have visited Kaur shortly before his death. HERMAN 9CURLACH *.o wrote Kina a threaterurs letter; and JOE PARROTT. down-and-out vauderiiie artor. It is also known * MELVIN A HOLLISTEH. middi-a<pc pin*ter. had quarreled *ith Kite recently. AL DRtJGAN f:.r:,d ot Kina'*. 1* found d**d ir. a ■recked automobile Bax.r.. ‘er perruace* the police chief to let Juliet con.* to hi* aunt'e home. oteniblr as a a .os’- on *he theory that If the girl believe* herself free they can learn more about her. Memos Hollister *<■ found *trar.a;ed lr. the apartment a here she lived w ith her brother Matthi > Bannister learns that ner ae‘r leave, Matthew soie heir to SISOOOO He discovers in lu* pocket tfe letter he had forgotten to read. NOW GO 05 WITH THE STORY. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE (Continued “I Just can't imagine who could do such a thing!” the woman went on. ‘ Poor Melvina! I don’t believe I’ve seen her a dozen times in the past two years, even though we used to be friends. Now and then I'd meet her shopping and she generally went to church on Sundays She and her brother.’’ “Do you know him?’’ Bannister asked. Mrs. Harborough nodded. “We were in the same class in grade school,'' she said. Melvina was in the class above. I don't see how Matthew’U be able to get along now that he's left alone. I'm so sorry for him!” “I saw him yesterday. He seemed pretty badly broken up.” “I should think lie would be. All these years since their father and mother died he and Melvina have lived aion. Os course, he'll have the money now—” a a a SOMETHING In the woman's tone roused Bannister's interest. “The mbney?” he repeated. "Oh, yes. The Hollisters were wealthy, you know. Ezra Hollister made a fortune in real estate years ago. But he did a queer thing before he died. Melvina had stayed home and kept house for his father ever since her mother's death. She was. just a girl then. And when Ezra died, he left his money to Melvina and Matthew, but it was in some way so that it couldn't be divided, and Melvina was to have the managing of it. You see. she was older than Matthew and her father always said she had twice the head for business her brother had. "For some reason Matthew never got on very well with his father. Old Ezra Hollister was more like Melvina—quick to say what was on his mind, sort of hot-headed. Matthew was more easy going and good-natured. The money was all invested. He and Melvina lived in the big old house out on Franklin street until they sold it a couple of .vears ago and moved to the Shelby Arms. I didn't think they’d like a hotel apartment, but Melvina told me it was lots less work and cheaper. too. Melvina was always sort of close ” “I've heard that.” Bannister said. "Not that I'd say anything against the dead!” Mrs. Harboroueh added quickly. “It was her money and she had a right to do what she wanted to with it. That is. it was hers and Matthew's. He'll have quite a fortune now, I imagine. My husband and I were talking about it this morning. Robert said it would pobably be around $l5O 000. Bannister asked. How did Miss Hollister and her brother get along together?” Mrs. Harboroueh smiled. “Not many people quarreled with Melvina Hollister." she said, “Melvina was good hearted, but she did ha'*e a temper. No, I'm sure Matthew never quarreled with her. She was the one who always told him what to do and I guess he did it.” ana BANNISTER remembered the afternoon he had encountered Hollister downtown. He remembered how the bent-shouldered little man had looked at the amber beverage in his glass and said: “I don't

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don't drink beer often. Melvina doesn't like it.” And then his mind flashed back to the Matthew Hollister he had ! seen last night—a Matthew fright- ! ened and shaken, looking vears older, who had exclaimed. “I'm all alone now. I'm the only one left!” They had been walking as they talked and had reached the street corner. Mrs. Harborough said: re’s my car coming! Good-by. David. Be sure to tell your aunt I'm coming to see her ” She was gone then with a wave of ; her hand and a smile over her shoulder. Bannister walked on. head down. Half an hour later, at central headquarters, he followed Captain McNeal into his private office. McNeal said, “If these newspapers would only lay off for a while it would help. What’s Paxton want to jump or us now for? We re doing all we can, aren't we? A man can t do more than that!” Paxton thinks you ought to find out who killed Tracy King. He wants to know if Drugan's death was an accident or not. This thing last night—the second murder at the Shelby Arms in two weeks—makes it a lot worse.” “You don't need to tell me that!” Bannister seated himself on the edge of the desk. “There's something you can tell me,” he said. “Are you still convinced gangsters are hack of all this?” McNeal said slowly, “I don't khow. Finding that woman last night shoots all my theories to hell! If it was a gang mix-up how could she possibly be in on it?’ Thp telephone rang sharply then and McNpal answered. A moment later he announced, “That was the chief. I've got to go see what he wants.' Bannister arose and followed him out into the hall. He slipped his hand into his coat pocket, felt something there and drew it out. It was the letter he had forgotten to open the night before. CHAPTER FORTY THE letter was not a long one. It was written on a sheet of paper bearing at the top the name. Anderson Photo Studio.” Below was a signature Bannister did not recognize. The letter read: “Dear Mr. Bannister—Your letter addressed to the Swann Studio was delivered to me. Fifteen years ago I bought out Mr. Swann and took over the business, changing the name to Anderson Photo Studio. Mr. Swann moved to the west coast and has died sinre. “I am sorry that I have no way of identifying the people in the picture. There were a few old negatives on file when I took over the shop but none as old as the picture you sent. That must have been taken thirty or forty years ago. In 1910 the studio caught fire and several files were destroyed. If the old negative was here at that time it must have been burned. I showed the picture to several oldtimers around here but none had any idea who the man and woman were. I am sending the picture back to you under separate cover and am sorry not to be able to supply the information. Very sincerely, R. K. Anderson. Prop.” Bannister read the letter through j a second time. Well, that was that! If the negative had burned and the | photographer was dead there was | certainly little hope of identifying the picture. Bannister was disappointed. He had felt, for some reason he could not explain, that the old wedding picture might have bearing on Tracy King's murder. He wondered if the photograph had arrived yesterday at the same time as the letter. He had not noticed a package when he picked up the letter. Well, it didn’t really matter now— He heard someone coming and turned. It was Fleming of the Times. “Hi. there!” Fleming greeted him. “Have you see McNeal around any where?” (To Be Continued)

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