Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 28 October 1938 — Page 34
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SERIAL STORY—
~ MURDER
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. -
Yesterday: Nelda Starr invites Tait to
* her apartment to hear a recording efe ;
“The Cat’s Meow’ and Tait is startled to find Harris Rogers waiting there.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE F Harris Rogers’ presence in her apartment was a surprise to Nelda Starr she disguised her astonishment splendidly. “How are you, Harris?” she called. Then she turned in the hallway to Tait. “It appears we have an unexpected visitor. Do you know Mr. Rogers, Mr. Tait?” pins Tait nodded, “Yes, ind He ‘walked toward the ex-manager of The Swingateers, resolved to make the best of an embarrassing situation. To his utter amazement Har- - ris Rogers smiled pleasantly and hel .out his hand. ’ “How are you, Tait? No doubt this reminds you of another occasion when you walked into an apart- _ ment to find me waiting?” “You do get around,” Tait said. ‘He took Rogers’ hand, wondering the meaning of the man’s apparent willingness to let bygones be bygones. Was this a trap sprung by Nelda and Rogers? Bob Tait would have given considerable at that moment for the comforting Dannie Yeeley. Nelda went to the tall phonograph cabinet, started a record already on its table. “I was down at the Golden Bowl, Harris, ‘Torchy’ never plays ‘The Cat's Meow’ and I simply had to hear it. Been here long?” She looked at Tait. “Harris and I are old friends, you know, For months I worried him for a spot in Lud Dombey’s band” Rogers laughed. “You see, Tait, I never believed that all lovely young women should sing in bands. Now, I supose, Nelda is working on you.” “Nonsense, Harris. Mr. Tait came up for a cocktail and to hear ‘The Cat's Meow.” How would a couple of Martinis suit you boys?”
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OGERS and Tait agreed that a Martini would be a suitable accompaniment to “The Cat's Meow.” Warily Tait sat himself down carefully to keep himself be-| tween Harris Rogers and the door. When Nelda disappeared into the], kitchenet he wondered fantatistically if this pair planned to poison him. This disturbing reverie was broken by Harris Rogers’ voice. “You know, Tait, I'm sorry about the way I acted the last time we met. I deserved the sock on the jaw. But getting fired so suddenly was a shock. You see, I thought a lot of Dombey and of the boys‘ in the band. It was tough to have Dombey’s widow give me the gate.” “Of course.” Tait said. “I don’t .imagine I was very diplomatic.” Rogers rubbed his jaw thoughtfully. “I'm afraid you weren't,” he said with a smile. Tait was grateful for the reappearance of Nelda, bearing three Martinis and a shaker on a try. She held them before Tait.
“Thanks . . . ” Tait took a drink from the tray. , = 2 2
HE Cat’s Meow” was coming to an end and Nelda was about to set the needle back to its starting place when Rogers said, “Let’s not have any more of that, do you mind?” “Of course I mind. This is my apartment, Harris, and I'm the ‘only one who is entitled to be neurotic in it.” Imperturbably she started the music again, then ‘snatched up the cocktail shaker. “How about another, Mr. Tait?” ~ “No, thanks, Tait said. “I've
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«So soon? I'm sorry.” Nelda bent her blue gaze flatteringly. «youll come again, won't you?” Tait promised, and shook hands with Rogers. As he turned to the door he half expected a shot—or a knife—in the back. But there was nothing more dangerous be-
hind him than Nelda Starr. At the} .
ddoor she took his hand again. Looking at her, Tait caught his breath a little. No question about it, Nelda Starr was a fascinating woman! A month ago Bob Tait would have been intrigued. But tonight as he left the apartment he was thinking of Myrna rather than Nelda Starr and Harris Rogers. As the date for the trial drew nearer, Tait was becoming increasingly frantic. 8 8 = E looked at his watch, decided H that it might not be too late to telephone Myrna. Anne Lester had said that she was feeling blue —not at her own plight, apparently, but at what Lud Dombey’s records . had revealed. For Feeley had returned the bulk of them .to Myrna as owner of the band. And they had told Myrna the story of Lud’s fabulous attention to a hundred women. Tait had upbraided
Feeley. : “Well, they belong to her, don’t they?” Dannie had said. “And it won’t hurt anything for her to ' know that Lud Dombey was partly heel.” Tait could not restrain a smile as he recalled Feeley’s words. Good old Dannie had done it for one reason alone—to help Myrna forget the dream and leader she had built up; and to focus a little on Boh Tait. - Tait hurried into a drug store, found its telephone booth. Anne answered. Her voice was shaking. “Bob? Oh, Bob—Myrna’s: disap-
“Disappeared? What do you mean,
e? “She went out about 5 and hasn’t returned or sent any word. She wouldn't do a thing like that unless she wanted to stay away.” Tait did not tell Anne what was flashing through his mind. “Stay there,” he said. “I'll be right over.” Qutside he hailed a cab and gave the driver the address of the Claremont. It would, he told himself, be one sweet mess if Myrna didn’t show up for Barkley. They'd be sure $0 track her down in the end, and .ghe wouldn't have a ‘Chinaman’s chance.
“We're wasting our time, Gus—that ain’t one of them quiz movies.”
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