Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 243, Indianapolis, Marion County, 19 February 1934 — Page 15

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<3k UNKNOWN BLOND .By Lmjm Loy BROOK MAN -

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR ' Continued! Bannister left the house with anew grievance. It was true he didn't feel w 11. He hadn't slept much t! ni \ before and the thought of so r: was nauseating. If Aunt Kate should take it into her head that he wr* sick he knew she'd pester him about it. The world in general was a wearisome shade of blue that morning until Bannister strode wto the Hotel Tremont drug store to buy some cigarets. He had taken one from the package and paused to light it when a man. leaning against the counter, caught his eye. It was an instant before Bannister recognized him Then he stepped forward. “Good morning, Mr. Hollister,” he said. Matthew Ho'li: *er turned. ‘‘Hello,** he said. “Say—l'm glad to see you. Let's see. your name is ?” “Bannister. David Bannister.” “That’s right. I remember now. I’m glad to see you, Mr. Bannister. Have a cigar.” "No. thanks. I think I'll finish this cigaret.” “Take it!” Hollister urged, holding out the Mgar. “Put it in your pocket and smoke it some other time. It’s a good one—l’ll guarantee that.” Bannister took the cigar because he did not want to offend the other man. He looked at Matthew HoU lister appraisingly. From the gray felt hat to his neat black oxfords everything Hollister wore appeared to be new. His dark blue fleece overcoat bore no relation whatever to the worn tweed garment Bannister had seen him wear before. The silk muffler was conservatively correct. So were the gray gloves. But the change in Hollister’s appearance was more than that wrought by clothes. He looked younger. The meek, submissive manner was gone. To Bannister the contrast between the man he was facing and the broken, halfhysterical Matthew Hollister who had cried out that the police must protect him was almost incomprehensible. Bannister said suddenly, “Going down the street? Suppose we walk along together?” CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE BANNISTER matched his step to Matthew Hollister’s. The older man said, "Bit chilly this morning. Isn't it?’ He looked up at the sky. “I expect we'll get a good snow before long.” It had snowed the afternoon Melvina Hollister had been found dead. Bannister glanced at his companion curiously. “Yes,” he said, “I expect we ll have some snow. Are you still out at the Shelby Arms, Mr. Hollister?’’ “Oh, yes I'm still there. Rent's paid so I might as well stay. But I’m figuring on getting away—at least for a spell.” He put his hand into the pocket of his coat and drew out several brightly colored booklets. “Look at these!” he said eagerly. They were folders setting forth the attraction of steamship cruises to the West Indies, Central America and Bermuda. “Have you ever been to Havana?” Hollister asked. "Yes, I’ve been there.” “Pretty lively city. Isn’t it?” “Yes. it’s lively, if that’s what you’re looking for. There’s always a big crowd of tourists about this time of year, or a little later. Havana’s a beautiful place.” Hollister nodded approvingly. “I figured I'd like it. There’s on of these trips that takes in a lot of different islands, but I don’t know if I’d care so much for that. Havana's .the place I wont to see. They’ve got palm trees down there, haven't they? And it's warm there now. It says so here in this book—.” He held out the folder. “I’d like to go there.” he went on, “anti just loaf around for a while.

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You see, Mr. Bannister, I’ve never I made a trip on a boat. An ocean trip. I mean. Always wanted to but—well, one thing and another prevented it. “Ahtr you planning on going soon?” Bannister asked. “I'd like to. By the end of the week. Course I'll have to make up my mind first which trip I'm going to take. But I’ve about settled on Havana. Do you suppose I could make the trip for—say, $1,000?” a a a BANNISTER was thinking rapidly. “I should think you could do it in royal style for that.” “Well. I want to do it up right,” Hollister assured him. "They say there's a swimming pool on this boat and they dance every night—” He went on. recounting the luxuries outlined by the steamship folder. Bannister left him when they reached the street corner. So Matthew Hollister was planning a trip to Havana. Matthew, newly outfitted by an expensive tailor, talked easily of spending money by the thousand, of going where there was gayety and “liveliness.” Yet, it was less than a week since his sister had been murdered. Bannister remembered Mrs. Harborough’s words, “Matthew'll have quite a fortune now. Probably around "$150,000.” Ten days before Matthew Hollister, wearing a threadbare tweed topcoat adn a shapeless gray hat. had seemed grateful because Bannister had bought him a 10-cent glass of bear. He had spoken of the beer as a rare indulgence because “Melvina doesn't like it.” And he had intimated that his sister was worried, that he believed she had some knowledge of Tracy King’s death. He might, of course, want to take a steamship voyage to forget his grief. Plenty of people did that. But Hollister had said not a word about his sister, not a word to suggest the trip was to ease heartache. On the contrary, he was looking for gaiety. Bannister pursed his lips. "There’s something there!” he assured himself. And instantly he set a task for himself. It was to learn more about Matthew Hollister. ana HE went first to Jim Paxton, "You’re an old-timer here, Jim,” he said. "At least your family’s been here a long time. What do you know about Matthew Hollister?” But Paxton could tell him nothing he had not known before The Hollisters, he knew, were an aristocratic family. Once they had been rather prominent socially, Paxton thought, but not since he could remember. He knew Matthew by sight. “What's up?” he demanded. "Something new on the murder?” "No,” Bannister told him. “Just an idea I’ve got into my head.” He went next to Bob Whitaker, the oldest man on the Post’s editorial staff. Bob held the title of state editor and his work was dealing with the out-of-town news correspondents. He had worked on the Post for thirty years and was a walking volume of local history. “What d’you want to know about the Hollisters?” he demanded. “Anything you can tell me.” Bob Whitaker’s account was similar to Mrs. Harborough’s. Old Ezra Hollister, Matthew's father, had built up what was considered a fortune in his day. Mrs. Hollister died before her husband and the money was left to Melvina and Matthew, with the stipulation that it was not to be divided and, so long as Melvina lived, she was to say how the money should be used. Beyond that. Bob Whitaker had little to offer, except one comment. "I wasn’t as surprised as every one else seems to have been when they found her dead.” he said. “Melvina Hollister was a Tartar.”

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She knew she could not escape, and so better instant death than this suspense. Gathering all the forces of self-control that she possessed, she placed the point of her dagger to her heart and walked boldly past the lion. She could scarcely endure the strain.

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—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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All that day, La looked for the country of Tar zan. She found fruits and tubers to allay her hunger, and as the trail descended to a valley in which a river ran. she did not want for water. At night she crept into a tree to sleep, but this time no Tarzan watched over her safety.

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