Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 27 October 1938 — Page 31

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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 ta investigate Ludden Desabey’s murder.

Yesterday: Tait is introduced to glamorous Nelda Starr, who asks him why the swing band never plays “The Cat’s Meow” any more.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

a O you mean,” Nelda Starr asked, “that the band won't play ‘The Cat's. Meow’ any more?” She seemed genuinely affected by Tait’s news. “Perhaps in a year or two—but by

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popular at all.” : “Oh, but it will!” The girl’s eyes widened. “I'd like to hear it now. I've been wanting to hear it all eveHer glance swept Archie Mackey and Tait. “I've a record of it at my apartment. Let’s go there and have a cocktail and hear the song.” Mackey made a protesting gesture. “Listen, beautiful lady, I have to work. I've been to four night clubs already. It’s almost midnight, and I haven't got material for a line! You take Bob and run along.” “Would you like to come, Tait?” “Very much,” Bob Tait said. But there was misgiving in his heart when he said it. Nelda Starr was a strange young woman. He could well imagine what worry and anguish she caused old and dignified Aaron Starr. Certainly they did not get along, else why would she forsake the Starr mansion for an apartment of her own? And her preoccupation with swing music and the song, “The Cat's Meow” were almost abnormal. Tait’s mind went back to his visit with Leonard Macy when the latter had insisted that the addicts of swing—the jitterbugs and the ickies—were a study in abnormality. Tait had scoffed at the notion then, because Macy’s inference had been that Myrna belonged to that classification. Yet here before him was a girl utterly different from Myrna Dombey. Here was a girl, neurotic and finely-spun, upon whom the world of swing had undoubtedly had effect. :

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met before, simply a subtle build-up! toward asking for a spot with the band? ; “I have a car outside,” Nelda said. | That, Bob Tait was to discover, was a masterpiece of understatement. He followed her out under the spacious marquee of the Paci-fic-Plaza, saw the doorman fuss, with his signal box the moment he | recognized Nelda. Almost immediately there rolled to the curb a small car that was like a jewel in the world of automotive engineering. It was no larger than the smallest of light stock cars, but the body was of special make and the finish was bright and faultless. The attendant left the wheel and stood at attention while Nelda slid herself into the driver's seat. “Some little bus,” he said. “What is it?” : She told him the name of the engine and chassis, a name familiar to every driver in the? world. “I designed the body myseli—in the rough, of course. built for me. That was before we had our latest argument.” “I see . . .” Tait withheld a de-| sire to turn her over his knee and spank her. The special body, which her father “had built” for her, must have cost several times the price of an average car. Surreptitiously Tait studied her profile, and when he did so he forgot his instinct to punish her as a parent might punish a child. This Nelda Starr was a grown and beautiful young woman. She was wise, too wise indeed for man, as Archie Mackey had hinted. And, Tait felt sure, she was more than that. Nelda Starr was dangerous. 8 8 =» E could no longer detect the faint perfume which had revealed her to him among all that crowd in the Golden Bowl. His sense of smell had grown accustomed to it. Yet, he told himself, it was Nelda who wore that perfume. It was that perfume he had caught on that night when death had missed him by the merest fluke— the anxiety of a taxi driver to be of service. Had the attacker been this slight girl beside him? And was even her seemingly harmless invitation tonight really another at-. tempt to take his life? It was not a comfortable feeling. “That perfume you use,” he said suddenly. “It's—so unusual. May I ask what it is?” Nelda Starr laughed. “If it.isn’t unusual,” she said, “some one is going to get into a lot of trouble. It doesn’t have a name—unless you want to call it Nelda Starr—because it was made especially for me.” “Somehow,” said Tait, “it suits you. It's enticing and yet—well, dangerous.” She turned her gaze to him. “Dangerous.” “Yes. Isn’t that what you wanted it to be?” Nelda Starr was silent a moment. “I suppose so.” Then: “You know, that’s curious that you should say that.” “Curious? You mean that I should think that your perfume gives a hint of danger?” She nodded. “Yes. Lud Dombey told me that one day.” 8 E 4 ”

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