Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 238, Indianapolis, Marion County, 13 February 1934 — Page 15

FEB. 13, 1931_

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Rf.GIN HI-RE TODAY' DAVID BANNISTEK undertake! to find out who killed THACY KINO orchestra leader Baroilater it an author and former newspaper man. H? work* on the murder c*e with GAINKY. star reporter on the Po*t. Among those * per led are JULIET FRANCE blond, pre’tv and known to have visited Kmc shortly before his death. HERMAN SCURLACH aiso wro’e Kmc a threat* tr* letter, and JOE PARROTT down-and-out vaudeville actor. It Is aiao known that M ELVINA HOLLISTER. n . ld>-aced sp:r.srer. had quarreled with K:nc recently. AL ORrOAN. friend of Kir.?*. U found dead in a wrecked automobile BannlW'r persuade* the police chief to let Jul.et cotr.e to his aunt's home, ostensibly as a curst or. the theory that If the girl believes herself free they can learn more about her. Melvins Hollister i- found stranded lr, the apartm* r.t where she lived w lth her brother M.."hew Bannister learns that h-r dea ,! :<ave s Matthew soie heir to *150,000 He discovers In his pocket the letter he had forgotten to read. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY. CHAPTER FORTY <Continued) “He was her** a few minutes ago. Said he was going to see the chief." Fleming gave a low whistle. “Wonder what that means?” Bannister shook his head. “I don't know. McNeal's sore because of the way the newspapers have been jumping on the police department .” ‘‘They’ll jump on it a lot harder if there isn't some action on these murder cases pretty soon. McNeal’s all right for routine jobs but he doesn’t know how to tackle a murder—” Tor fifteen minutes they discussed Me Ivina Hollister 's death. Then Bannister glanced at his watch. “Guess I’ll be on my way,” he said. “So long, Fleming. See you tomorrow.” a a a HE left the building, hailed a taxi and rode home. The package he had hoped to find was waiting for him on the hall table. There was a letter, too. He heard his aunt, moving about in the kitchen and went out there. “Where's Miss France?” he asked. “Upstairs." His aunt, wearing a large white apron over her black and white frock, peered in at the open oven door. The spicy odor of baking ham came to Bannister’s nostrils. “We went down town to do some shopping thus afternoon.” Kate Hewlett added, prodding the meat with a fork. “I thought it would do Juliet good to get out. After we got home I sent her to her room to take a rest. I declare that child's rim down. She doesn't eat enough—" Bannister interrupted, grinning. “Well, you'll see to that! No one can stay around here and not eat.” His aunt tossed her head as though she was used to such flattery. ‘‘There was a package came for you, David,” she said. “Did you get it?” “Yes.” He held it out. “‘Got a knife around here?” “In the drawer of the cabinet.” Mrs. Hewlett motioned toward a drawer containing cutlery and Bannister drew out a paring knife. He cut the cords about the package and held up the photograph. “Look. Aunt Kate,” he said. “Did you ever see either of these people?” Kate Hewlett scrutinized the picture —then shook her head. “No,” she said. “Who are they?” “That’s what I'm trying to find out.” Bannister told her. “but I guess I never will. Oh. by the way —I saw Mrs. Harborough downtown.’” “What did she have to say?” “Not much.” He didn’t want to explain that they had talked about Melvina Hollister's death. “She wanted me to tell you she's coming over here some day soon.” a a a Kate Hewlett had turned and was busy before the refrigerator. Bannister helped himself to an apple from the bowl on the table and went on to the living room. There he threw himself down into his favorite chair, propped the picture on the table be-

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fore him, and sat back, looking at it. The face of the man was definitely familiar and at the same time obstinately elusive. Where could he have seen the man? Bannister gave it up and studied the bride. In spite of her stiff pose and out-moded finery she was rather attractive. She might have been no more than 18—20 at the most. Bannister gave his attention once more to the man- The wrinkles in his coat subtracted considerably from the elegance of his appearance. It was the man's face that concerned Bannister. He catalogued the features dark hair, parted on the side and too long by modern standards; small, dark eyes; the mustache standing out stiffly; a firm chin. The man's shoulders were broad and square. Though he was seated, you could see he was much taller than his bride. Older, too. “If he was 30 then,” Bannister mused, “he must be close to 60 today. He might have shaved off the mustache —” He heard a sound and looked up. Juliet France stood in the doorway, smiling. “Hello,” she said. “Aren’t you home early?” Bannister stared. She wore a dress of corn flower blue, simply made but extremely becoming. She had arranged her hair in a different way, too. Satin-smooth, gleaming. it caught the glow of the lamplight and held it. “Why hello,” Bannister said. “What what have you done to yourself?” sOO THE girl smiled. “Do I look different? It must be the dress. How do you like it?” "It's perfect," he assured her. “Perfect! You look like the princess in a fairy’ tale.” “I wish I were,” the girl said, slipping into a chair facing him. “I'd change—oh, lots of things!” She saw the photograph in his hand. “That looks interesting,” she said. “May I see it?” He handed the picture to her. “Why, it's an old-fashioned wedding picture!" Juliet exclaimed. “The bride is sweet, isn’t she? But what a dress!” Bannister leaned forward. “I found that photograph,” he said slowly, “on the floor of the room where Tracy King was killed.” The smile faded frfom the girl's lips and her eyes rose to his. They had lost their look of eager gaiety. Bannister went on, “I’ve been trying to find out who that man and woman are, but so far I haven't had much luck. You haven’t any idea who they might be, I suppose?" The girl shook her head. “No,” she said, and handed the picture back to him as though it were something she did not like to touch. There was a pause and then the girl said, “Mr. Bannister, I’ve been wanting to talk to you. I mean there are things I want to explain. “When j’ou brought me here to your aunt's home I knew things weren’t —just the way you said they were. I know the police were still watching me, that they didn’t believe what I'd told them. I didn’t think you believed it, either.” Bannister heard the words but he was not listening to them. He knew suddenly why the photograph looked familiar. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE T> ANNISTER abandoned his discovery almost as soon as he had made it. Even if he were right about it, he didn’t see how he could possibly reconcile his suspicions with the facts. He gave hisr attention to what Juliet France was saying. (To Be Continued)

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The red blood coursed through his veins, as every fiber of his being reacted to the exhilaration of the moment, the keen delight of the hunting beast that has scented its quarry. And then, swiftly and silently, he sped in the direction of his prey.

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