Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 20 October 1938 — Page 24

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“SERIALSTORY—

MURDER jo. - MUSIC

By NARD JONES

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.

HOLD EVERYTHING

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QUESTED THAT 1 RETURNIT TO HIM AT THE EARLIEST

" Yesterday: Dombey is found badly “in debt. Tait offers to buy out Macy's $1000 share in the band, but Macy refuses. Could it be that he wanted a club over Myrna?

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amount, he would refuse. “Stop being so foolhardy, Leslie! Remember, you have a wife and NS Tim cork TTTBYNEA service. Ts ffo.us 2 : m—— .

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that information was Harris Rogers, and Tait had no desire to encounter him now. It was a disconsolate and bewildered Bob Tait who returned to his

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own room from Leonard Macy's luxurious apartment, the certified check still in his pocket. As he opened the door, he heard his telephone ringing furiously. Tait hurried to take it up. “Robert Tait?” He did not recognize the voice. “Yes, this is Tait.” “I have some interesting information about the Ludden Dombey murder.” Tait hesitated. “Why don’t you notify Feeley down at police headquarters?” “I can’t do that for reasons I daren’t explain over the telephone.” “Then come up here. I'll be glad to see you.” “I can’t do that, either. If you want to hear what I have to say you'll have to come to my address.” 2 ® 2

T sounded like a trick. Yet he couldn't aftord to pass up any bets. “All right,” he said, *“let me have your address. I'll come right over.” The man gave an address which Tait recognized as on the very edge of town, in a district once a factory area. “Are you sure of that address?” he asked. “I didn't know there were any residences there.” An unpleasant laugh answered him. “I can't be choosy about where I live, I've got a room on the top floor of what used to be a raincoat factory. Don’t come unless you want to. It’s all up to you.” “I'll be there.” He replaced the receiver, and stared at the wall. He kept thinking

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GRIN AND BEAR IT

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of Harris Rogers and his threat. Then he brushed the notion aside.’ Perhaps this was the very musician that Dannie Feeley had been hunting for days. It was certainly logical that George K. Weeks had retrogressed from that gray lodging house to the top floor of an abandoned raincoat factory. Tait went to his bureau, took out a small revolver and slipped it into his pocket. Then he telephoned for a taxi, and went down to the curb to wait for it. : The address puzzled even the taxi driver. “Say, that's a new one on me, brother. Sure you got the right address?” “I think so. Remember the old Millbay addition, where all those red factory buildings are?” “Oh ...yeah, I remember that. There ain’t anything doing in that part of town now.” Tait grinned. “There may be tonight. Let’s-go.” The driver snapped down the nietal flag and started the cab. “It’s okay with me,” he said. Finally they found the street, a small deadend affair. “Well,” muttered the driver. “We can’t go wrong on a dinky street like this.” “I hope youre right, said Tait. “Isn't that a light on the top floor of that building down there? The fellow I'm to see lives on the top floor of one of these old factory buildings.” “It’s either a light or a reflection from the moon.” The driver piloted toward the curb. “I'll take a look at the number on the door —if there is one. Twenty-seven Thirty, you said it was.” 2 2 ”

EFORE Tait could think to re-|| the driver had|| jumped out of the car and into the|| night. He saw him cross the side- ||

strain him,

walk, strike a match on the side of

the doorway. The match flared for ||

a scant moment, then went out.

Suddenly Tait heard a yell and the | § sound of a body falling hard to the||

pavement. He yanked his revolver from his pocket and started across the sidewalk. As he neared the building he caught the scent of a faint perfume, hauntingly familiar. “Where are you,” he called to the driver. There was a groan almost at his feet. Before kneeling down, Tait tried to peer into the darkness of the street. “What's wrong? Wi! t happened?” “Somebody — somebody took a whack at me with a knife,” the driver gasped. “It—it came out of that doorway. I—I saw the flash of it just as I struck the match.” Tait turned warily on his feet. Gradually his eyes became accustomed to the darkness. He was literally afraid to move, but now he began to sce the outlines of the doorway. It was empty. He had seen no one go up or down the street and whoever-it was must certainly have gone through that door. He got up, approached it gingerly. Swiftly he kicked it opén with one foot and sprang back, his weapon ready.. Nothing opened to his gaze but a dimly lit stairway. “Listen,” Tait turned to the luckless driver. “Are you badly hurt? If I get you to the car can you stand it a while?” “«I think it’s my shoulder and crm —but you ain't going in there, are you?” “I want to take a look up that stairway. I'll just be a minute—and then I'll drive you to a hospital pronto.” “You go up that stairway and I'll never get to a hospital, and neither will you. It'll be the morgue.” 8s 8 =

T= got one of the man’s arms around his shoulders. “Come on. I'll get you onto the back seat

of the cab where you can take i

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I told you it was Charlie Snodgrass of our old class—I never

forget a breath!”

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Against the taximan’s feeble protests, Tait managed to get him into the cab. A hurried examinati-n showed that there were two knife slashes, neither very deep. “Stay back against the cushions. I won't be a minute.” Tait went to the doorway again. The stairway was still clear. Stealthily, his . gun ready, he started up the stair. - Again, and

-now; ‘he caught the odor| gia" OW) WO caus we

of perfume. Suddenly he remembered that scent. It been worn by the honey-colored blond who had walked out of the Claremont. He had almost collided with her the night he had gone into the apartment to see if Anne Lester had found Myrna. - Bob took another cautious step upward.

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