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. contract.

-. name is Robert Tait. Ludden Dom-

° Dombey’s records. Well, I want to

- to believe this.

~ end of the wire.

: trembling fingers.

SERIAL STORY—

- MURDER : TO © MUSIC

By NARD JONES

hs CAST OF CHARACTERS MYRNA DOMBEY—heroine. Wife of " - the sensational swing band leader. ~ ROBERT TAIT — hero. Newspaper " - photographer—detective. ANNE LESTER—Myrna’s closest friend. . - DANNIE FEELEY—officer assigned .to = investigate Ludden Dombey’s murder,

Yesterday: Feeley and Tait search for Weeks, the missing musician, but do not find him. He had written the success- ° ful Dombey song. Then they search for " ‘other skeletons in the records.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN HE “skeleton” which Bob ‘Tait

had in mind when he left Dan-| . |

nie Peeley was the matter of the phonograph records which Lud - Dombey had been bootlegging out-

side his contract with the legitimate|

recording company. Tait was afraid of that angle just now more than anything else. He knew that with Dombey’s death the whole business might be exposed, and Myrna's chances for getting into additional trouble would be heightened. The moment he returned to FeeJey’s office he thumbed through . Dombey’s papers until he found the agreement with the recording company. Immediately he put in a long distance call to the president, whose signature was one of those on the

“Mr. Montgomery? . . .” he said, when the call came through. “My

bey’s widow has just appointed me manager of The Swingateers Corp. in place of Harris Rogers.” “Oh, yes.” came the suave voice over the wire.” “And I suppose, in ‘view of the recent unhappy business: at the Pacific-Plaza, you feel you should have a new deal on

say, Mr. Tait, that we don’t trade on that type of publicity. We've a con- * fract with you, and I'm willing that it stand.” : “So am I, Mr. Montgomery. And - you're wrong. I'm not calling for more money. I'm calling to find out if you're a good sport.” “Good sport? What do you mean?” 7 t J # 2 # yUST this—and I'm going to put all the cards on the table—I've just been looking over Dombey’s ‘private papers and I find he’s made some boetleg records for foreign consumption—" “That’s in violation of his contract, Tait.>“I know that, too. But I want you I had nothing to do with it, and neither did Mrs. Dombey. There’ll be no more of it, “and I'll get those records in just as soon as it’s humanly possible. Meanwhile, I want to ask that you give us a break.” - Montgomery’s voice was cold, and cartious. “What do you mean—a - break?”

“Give me a chance to get the un-

sold records in, and turned over to you. And promise me that you won’t start suit for violation of contract without 15 days’ notice.” . — There was a silence at the other

Tait... I don’t know you. But I'll give you the benefit of the doubt— for the moment.” “Thanks, Mr. Montgomery.” _ Tait replaced the receiver with “Whe-ew!” he breathed. _ The telephone jangled at his elbow, and Tait jumped inches from his chair. His involuntary thought had been that Montgomery was -calling back to notify his change of mind. But the voice on the wire was Dannie Feeley’s. ; ~ “That line's been busy for five minutes,” Feeley said. “Would you mind not using the headquarters’ telephone for your private business?” : “Sorry, professor. mind?” “I've got a good description of George Weeks, and a picture. And I've got another lead. Just wanted to tell you I'm going to follow it along without picking you up at the station. Don’t be carrying off any of those Dombey papers.” “Dannie, you don't trust me,” laughed Tait. “Everything will be Just as you left it. Right now I'm going to talk to ‘Torchy’ Stephens . =—he’s leading the band from now on, and he might know a thing or two.” “Go ahead,” said Feeley, “but if you can get anything out of a bunch of swing band guys, youre

“Well, I can try.” EJ ” 2 HEN Feeley had hung up, Tait called Stephens’ hotel. The musician answered sleepily, and Tait said: “Listen, Torchy—how soon could you get the band together? . “It’s only four o'clock.” answered in a hurt tone. “Can you have them in your apartment at five?” A badly stifled yawn came over the wire. “We-ell, my apartment’s pretty small. Bob. But I'll try. What’s the idea, anyhow?” ; “Im your new manager,” Tait said, “and I want to talk to you.” Stephens’ voice came suddenly awake. “You—you are? What happened to Rogers, anyhow?” i “Mrs. Dombey fired him. I don’t mind saying it was at my request.” Tentatively Tait added: “Any objections?” “None at all, Mr. Manager. Harris Rogers never was a guy I'd pick up to go on a fishing trip. Come on around at five and the cats will be here.” - “Good going, Torchy. then.” “Boys,” grinned Torchy, when > Tait arrived. “This is the new manager. He looks like a guy that would pay salaries, but you never know. And say, Mr. Tait, you might tell us right now how many you're going to fire.” “I'm not going to fire anybody,” Tait said. ‘T'm going to scream for help from you iellows.” . “Oh-oh . . .” said Torchy. “Maybe I mentioned salaries too soon.” . Bob Tait laughed. “No you didn’t. I think we can still pay them— providing we work together. The Swingateers is still a hot band. You fellows all thought a lot of Dombey.. Well, before he—he was killed he made Myrna Dombey a partner in the corporation. That means she’s taking Lud’s place. If the thing goes down, she goes with it—and so do we all. Some of you fellows in the band were helping Lud Dombey make bootleg records.

What's on the

See you

Then: “All right, [|

Stephens|

HOLD EVERYTHING

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FLAPPER FANNY

By Sylvia

“Okay, I won’t get hurt any more’n I can help. But you better decide now whether you want a date tonight or a touchdown this afternoon.”-

By Lichty

GRIN AND BEAR IT

“I simply hate masquerades!

You can’t breathe a word of scandal to anyone!”

THIS CURIOUS WORLD

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TR 1938 BY NEA SERVICE, INC.

By William Ferguson

MUSKRATS

ARE NOT RATS, AND, ALTHOUGH THEY CLOSELY RESEMBLE RB ssavees, ® THEY ARE =f ALLIED

MEADOW MCE...

WAS THE ONLY KNOWN PLANET

UNTIL THE INVENTION OF THE TELESCOPE,” RIGHT OR WRONG?

ANSWER—Wrong.

I think that I can cinch up the contract at the Pacific-Plaza in spite of all the mess. But ‘here’s the rub. ‘There’s people who'd like to see the murder hung on Myrna Dombey. If there’s any guy here who thinks it should be, I'd like to hear from him.” : No sound came. “That’s swell. Because if Myrna

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Tye Swingateers intact isn’t so 200 >» : “The Swingateers have got to keep going,” one of the boys said in a low tone.” We'll all do what we can. We'll swing as wide as we ever did, won’t we, boys?” . “Wide as gates,” another said. “We'll send it out for the ickies.” Tait grinned. He felt better,

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