Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 244, Indianapolis, Marion County, 20 February 1934 — Page 15

FEB. 20, 1934

<3k UNKNOWN BLOND Byjbyira _ Lou BROOKMAN _Q_iw_g_r?S- ~ ,

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE <Con- i tinucdi “What do you mean?” “She had the meanest disposition and the sharpest tongue ot any woman I ever met. I don’t see how her brother stood It all those years.” “He teems meek enough.” “Oh, sure! How do you think he’d ever have lived with Melvina | If he wasn’t? If he'd only admit It j I'll bet he's glad to be able to call i his soul his own!” nan THE intervU w had not been altogether satisfactory. It was i near lunch time and Bannister left ' the newspaper office, walking to- j ward his favorite restaurant. As he j neared the street intersection a, large blue sedan halted at the other side of the street. A man stepped out of the car and Bannister caught a glimp i was driving. She wore a brown hat and a dark red suit. Almost immediately the car was on its way again. Bannister called, 'Oh, Coleman!” and hurried forward. Parker Coleman said, “Hello! Haven’t seen you in a long while.” “You’re just the man I want to talk to.” Bannister told him. “How about coming to lunch with me?” “Glad to.” They strolled on to the restaurant, found a table and ordered. Cole- ; man lighted a cigaret and asked negligently, ' What’s on your mind?” Bannister’s eyes were eager. “I don't know,” he said. “J’m not quite sure. Do you remember the night we found A1 Drugan’s car wrecked that we had been talking about Melvina Hollister?” “No,” Coleman said. “I don’t believe I do.” “Don’t you remember that while we were at dinner I told you I’d seen her brother Matthew and he told me he was worried about her, afraid she knew something she wasn’t telling the police? I asked you to go and have a talk wtih her.” “By George, I do remember now! Hadn't thought of it again until this minute. She’s the old girl who was strangled—” “She’s the one,” Bannister agreed. “So you didn’t get around to talk to her?” “I'm damned sorry about it, Bannister. I remember now that I promised. I suppose it was because of all the excitement over Drugan that I forgot. I’ve been rather busy lately, too.” Bannister nodded. “I can understand,” he said, “but I wish you’d seen her just the same. I was talking to her brother a while ago.” “Broken up about what happened, I suppose?” “No. That’s the queer part. He isn’t. In fact, he's looking better than I ever saw him before.” “You don't say!” Coleman raised his eyes in surprise. And it was then that the idea came to Bannister. CHAPTER FORTY-SIX BANNISTER glanced over his shoulder and saw that the table next to them was deserted. “Matthew Hollister isn’t doing any grieving over his sister’s death. He’s planning a trip to Havana, going around all dressed up, talking about spending money and * having a lively time. I've found out that while his sister was alive Matthew hadn't a cent except what she gave him—and that wasn’t much. Now he’s got $150,000. “Melvina was a crank, bossing and scolding him. It looks to me as though Matthew decided he’d stood that about as long as he wanted to. Either that or Melvina finally went too far ” “You mean.” Coleman Interrupted, “that you think Hollister killed his sister?” “It's happened before, hasn’t it? There’s every motive in the world. All this time the police have been running around looking for suspects, arresting people and trying to make them confess while Matthew Hollister’s been there and no-

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bod v bothered about him. Nobody even thought of him. He tried to direct suspicion to his sister after Tracy King died but that didn't work.” “I tell you, the whole thing checks! He’s so certain no one suspects him that he isn’t afraid to go around in new clothes, talking about a trip to Cuba.” “But—Matthew Hollister!” Coleman said slowly. “Oft the level, I can't believe it. He seems like such a harmless old duck!” “He seems that way, but what do you know about him? What does any one know about him? Not a thing. They told me at the Shelby Arms that he scarcely ever spoke to any one. Just came and went. Yes, I think he killed his sister, but that's not all. I believe he shot Tracy King." Coleman’s eyes were on Bannister's face. He was listening intently but he did not speak. “It's only a hunch,” Bannister admitted. “I won't pretend I’ve figured it all out. But he could have done it, couldn't he? No one's checked up his alibi for that night. He was alone in the apartment. He told the police he was playing the radio. Probably he was. He could have turned on the radio and then slipped jipstairs. “But why would he want to kill Tracy King?” “I told you I haven’t figured it all out. It's just coming to me, little by little. Look—suppose Hollister shoots King and then goes downstairs to his own apartment. His sister comes in. She told the police it was 9:30 when she got there but it might have been earlier. Maybe she came in and found her brother gone. She must have known what had happened if she did that. She must have known what Matthew had done. “But she didn’t say anything to the police. I was there when McNeal talked to her. He couldn’t get a word out of her. There was that story about her having a row with King after his cat killed her canary.” “But I still don’t see—” Coleman began. nan \ PPARENTLY Bannister did not hear him. “The day I met Hollister downtown.” he went on, “he was beginning to get scared. Afraid something was going to get out. It must have worked on his mind that one person knew what he had done. Maybe he had some crazy idea the police could pin something on Melvina. If he did he must have got over it, decided there was nothing to do but put her out of the way. “He couldn't shoot her as he had King. That would be too obvious. So he strangled her. He's the only person in the world who could have done it so easily. You remember the hotel clerk said he’d seen Hollister leave the building but he didn’t know at what time. Nobody else could check Hollister’s alibi. He had killed her. of course, before he went out for his walk. Oh, he’d thought it all out carefully—” Coleman interrupted, frowning. “That case you’re making out wouldn’t stand in any courtroom. There are a thousand holes in it.” “There won’t be,” Bannister assured him, “when I’m through with it!” “But it’s all theory. You haven’t the faintest bit of proof for anything you’ve said.” “I’ll get the proof. And you can help me if you want to.” “What are you going to do?” “There’s just one thing,” Bannister told him. “We’ve got to find the gun Hollister used to kill Tracy King.” “You think that will be easy?” “Maybe not. But I’ve an idea it’s not as difficult as it seems.” “How’re you going to do it?” “Well, I’ll tell you—” (To Be Continued.)

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TARZAN THE INVINCIBLE

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He sought some sign of her trail. He saw that beneath the tree, her footsteps, not entirely obliterated by the rain, led back in the direction of Opar and so he set off in the direction of the barrier cliff. He guessed rightly that La had imagined herself deserted.

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Tarzan had planned first to thwart the schemes of the party who had invaded his domain and then, aided by his Waziri, those redoubtable warriors. to reinstate La on the throne of Opar. He regretted he had not told La, for noW she had attempted to return alone.

—By Edgar Rice Burroughs

He scaled the cliff and came upon the summit of the flat mountain that overlooked distant Opar, but nowhere was there any sign of the spoor to indicate that the girl had returned, nor as he looked out across the valley was there any moving thing in sight.

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