Indianapolis Times, Volume 45, Number 246, Indianapolis, Marion County, 22 February 1934 — Page 19

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CHARIER FORTY-SEVEN' (Continued! ONCE more the two set to work. Bannister pulled out the top drawer of the dressing table. There were neat piles of feminine garments there —chastely white cotton and linen. None of the lacy, p shaded silk stuff he knew most women wore nowadays. Garments cut after the fashion of another day. Carefully Bannister lifted them, searched the drawer and then went on to the next. He had reached the last of the three drawers, was going through it carefully and methodically when Coleman heard an exclamation. He turned. “You've found it?’’ B-muster was on his feet and in his hand he h"!d a dark, shining object. “Yes, I’ve found it! See—it’s a .32. And the same make as the gun that killed Tracy King. It is the gun that killed him! I told you we and find it here, didn’t I? I told you Hollister was guilty!" There was triumph, excitement in Pannisters voice. He opened the revolver, looked into the cylinders. “There are four bullets left,’ he said. With a quick movement he emptied them from the gun. “Why did you do that?" “Just to be safer. I don’t care much about carrying a loaded gun around— ’’ The sentence was never finished. There was a sound in the outside corridor. Both men heard it and stared at each other. For an instant t here was quiet and then they heard the noise again. Someone was putting a key in the lock. There was no time for flight, no time for anything except what Bannister and Coleman did—snap off the electric light-switch and flatten themselves against the wall. They heard the key turning in the lock and then the door swung open. Someone entered the living room. Bannister could hear Coleman’s heavy breathing. There were voices in the living room—low, indistinct. One of them was Matthew Hollister's, but the other was unfamiliar. Now the nvur in the outer room were moving about. Bannister heard another door open but the voices did not seem to go farther away. nan ~\\ THAT happened after that took W place so quickly that Bannister was never able to describe it clearly. He was crouching closely against the wall. He remembered that Coleman's head was just barely visible in the darkness. Suddenly there were footsteps coming toward the bedroom door. The footsteps paused, and then the door was flung open. There was a cry and a rush and the lights came on in a blinding glow. “Here they are!" Matthew Hollister exclaimed excitedly. There were two men beside him, officers in blue uniforms. One of them stepped forward. “Come on!" he said harshly. “What are you two doing here? Let's see that gun!" “We found it here, officer.” Bannister told him. “Hidden in that dressing table. It's the gun that killed Tracy King!” “What?” “It's the gun that killed Tracy King—or one just like it. We found it there ” He turned, pointed to the drawer, still pulled out and its contents rumpled. Matthew Hollister's face was drenched of color. “You found—that—here?" He repeated slowly. “In Melvina’s bedroom? You—you mean ?” The officer slipped the gun into his pocket. “All right,” he said. “It’s the gun we’ve been looking for.” He whirled and put a hand on Parker Coleman’s arm. “You'll have to come with us," he said. Coleman's eyes were incredulous. “What do you mean?" he demanded. “Are you crazy? This isn’t my apartment. Hollister's the man you want. The gun proves he’s guilty!” “Oh. no. it doesn’t You’re under

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arrest. Parker Coleman. You'll have to come along—” It required the two policemen to hold him. Coleman tried desperately to wrench himself free. “Let me go!" he serpamed. “I haven’t done anything. Why don't you arrest Hollister? Bannister, make them let me go! Tell them it's Hollister!" But the other had stepped back. “I’m sorry.” he said. “You'll have to go along with them. There isn’t anything I can do for you now. You see I know you killed Tracy King!” CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT IT was an odd looking group gathered in Kate Hewlett's kitchen. Mrs. Hewlett, with a white apron tied over her gray flannel bathrobe, moved from the stove to the table her heelless felt bedroom slippers flopping as she walked. Her gray hair'hung in a pigtail down her back and about her forehead was a halo of curl papers. Juliet France, wrapped in a rose silk negligee, sat near the table. Her eyes scarcely left David Bannister’s face. He was still wearing his topcoat and he stood in the doorway, almost filling it. The kitchen was brightly lighted but outside it was dark. The hands of the clock on the wall pointed to 10 minutes past 4. “You sit down,” Juliet said to Mrs. Hewlett, “and let me pour the coffee.'' She arose, holding a chair forward for the older woman. Kate Hewlett eased herself into the seat. “All right, Juliet,” she said. “The cups are on the shelf behind you. Now then, David, I want you to tell us the straight of this—” He rested his arms on the table. “I'll go over the whole thing once more.” he said. "But this is the last time! Id like to get a little sleep before it's time to get up again.” “people can sleep any time!” his aunt said tartly. “But they don’t catch a murderer every day in the week—and I suppose I should thank the Lord for that! I don’t see how anybody could sleep with such excitement going on. To think you solved the murder!” • Oh, no.” Bannister objected. ‘ Not quite that. McNeal and the detecuvts did the real work. I just played a hunch and Juliet helped—” The girl turned, “Why, what did I do?” she asked. “Gave me the idea that finally made Coleman confess. Don't you remember we were talking the other day about where the murderer could have hid the gun? You said something about a window box and that set me thinking. I'd figured out who it was the man in the old photograph looked like—Parker Coleman. The likeness is really quite striking if you forget about | the mustache. Os course it couldn't be Coleman so i decided it must be some relative of his. ana IT seemed queer for King to have a picture of any one related to Coleman, though. That stumped me for quite a while. Os course I knew both men were in love with Denise Lang. But there was something more than that between them. Coleman hadn't accounted for the way he spent the evening King was killed, except to say he had called on Denise, she told us he was there, but she was obviously mistaken about the time. I knew that because Daisy Connor, the maid, had checked up on the time when j those telephone calls came. “Then I found out King had ; been trying to blackmail you.” IHe looked at Juliet. “It came to i me he might have played the game ! more ways than one. I asked Mc- | Neal to check up on Coleman's ! bank account. We found out he’d been withdrawing large amounts regularly during the last year. Amounts much larger than he'd ever drawn before. (To Be Continued)

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Unerringly the rock plunged toward the ascending men. Before they could dodge, two of Kitembo's warriors were carried, shrieking, down the cliff. Nerves already on edge gave away befure this mysterious attack. The savage warriors turned and fled.

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Zveri issued instructions to several of the askaris who had not joined the retreat; and when their rifles commenced popping, it put now heart into those who had started to flee. Presently Dorsky and Ivitch had rallied the men and the ascent was resumed.

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