Indianapolis Times, Indianapolis, Marion County, 4 November 1938 — Page 42

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THE INDIAN

SERIAL STORY—

MURDER TO MUSIC

By NARD JONES

CAST OF CHARACTERS MYRNA DOMBEY—Heroine. Wife of the sensational swing band leader. ROBERT TAIT — Hero. Newspaper Pphotographer—detective. ‘ANNE LESTER—Myrna’s closest friend. DANNIE FEELEY—Officer assigned to Investigate Ludden Dombey’s murder.

‘Yesterday: The stage is set for Weeks to. feature with The Swingateers. All Jeincivals are assembled in the Golden wl.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

: NDER the leadership of “Torchy” Stephens, immaculate in his tails and white tie, The Swingateers were “sending” tonignt in ‘the glittering Golden Bowl of the Pacific-Plaza, sending it out to the delight of the ickies and the whackies, to the utter happiness of « the disciples of swing. At a table alone sat Bob Tait, idly smoking a cigaret. To the casual observer he was indolently at ease. In reality every nerve and muscle in his body was taut. Since leaving

Dannie Feeley earlier that day he|}/ si

had been on the run. He had posted s“Torchy” that George Weeks was to have a spot in the night’s dance program. He had reserved a table at the Golden Bowl—a very certain table, the one which had been

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directly under the wisp of gun-|#/ smoke which showed in Tait’s candid | i

camera shot taken on the night of Dombey’s murder. And he had in-

vited Nelda Starr to be his guest—|} \/

and to bring Harris Rogers. He saw Nelda and Rogers now, being led through the maze of tables by a waiter. The Starr girl was as strikingly beautiful as ever, and as fhe and Rogers neared the table Tait caught the scent of that perfume which forever had haunted him. He rose gallantly. “I'm so glad you could come,” he said. “It was nice of you,” Nelda said. Rogers held out his hand. “How are you, Tait? I'm glad to be here. Nobody can say you're not a. good sport.” “The same goes for you,” Tait said. “Sit down and I'll order drinks. I'm expecting scme others, but I guess they're a little late.”

# 2 2 NEW voice sounded beside him. “Not me. Not when I hear somebody ordering a drink.” It was Dannie Feeley, looking really resplendent in his dinner jacket. Tait greeted him jovially, introduced him to Nelda Starr. “And you already know Harris Rogers.” It was while Dannie and Rogers were shaking hands that Leonard Macy arrived. Expecting anything,

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OB laughed. “Well, it’s not so mysterious. We all have a connection with the band except perhaps Mr. Feeley here, whom I invited simply because he’s a very good friend of mine. Myrna, of course, has the greatest interest of all in the success of The Swingateers — and Anne is her best friend. Mr. Macy has an interest which is somewhat theoretical, but nonetheless real. Swing music as a modern phenomenon always has intrigued him. As for Miss Starr, I think she’s perhaps the band’s most confirmed fan.” Tait paused.

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Macy spoke up. “I am glad to b here, Mr. Tait. But I have been in the Golden Bowl before.” Tait raised his eyebrows quizgically. “So? I didn’t know that.” Rogers asked Myrna to dance. She glanced at Tait and he warned her with his eyes that it would be best for lis purpose to be pleasant to “ the man she knew hated her. When Rogers and Myrna left the table Tait excused himself and sought “Torchy” on the band stage. “Has Weeks shown up?” “Torchy,” grinned. “He's in the ante-room—with a bandage on his neck. You didn’t have somebody try to discourage his appearance did ou?” “You'd be surprised. Listen, *Torchy’—when I signal from the table, let him play the song. When it’s finished I'm going to make an announcement.” The band leader nodded his un-

derstanding, and Tait sauntered

Tait wanted “The Cat’s wanted Weeks to play it. He felt certain that Weeks was somehow double-crossing Harris Rogers—but in what way, he was not definite. At any rate, he wanted to watch Rogers tonight. as Weeks went into

the song. 2 2 2

Woes he reached the table, Nelda Starr looked at him {ndolently. “Why don’t you ask

«1 was about to do that very - thing,” Tait said, holding out his hands. As they drifted off, he added, “The band is geing to play

«That's sweet of you,” she murmured. They danced a moment in silence and Tait, acting to his utmost, whispered, “That perfume is fascinating.” Neida laughed. “You remind me of Harris. It fascinates him, too. Sometimes he puts a touch of it on his lapels because, he says, : him of me, But I don’t - & think he wants to

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wear it and is ashamed to admit it.” Tait stumbled awkwardly in his stride. “I'm sorry, Nelda.” Then he added casually: “Tell me, Nelda, did you ever live at the Claremont? I would swear I've seen you there.” Nelda shook her blond head. “The Claremont? I don’t believe

know the place.” : She was lying, Tait knew. But

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a stop, the lights went up, and a silver spot bathed the leader. “Tonight,” he said, “we have a special treat for you. A new member of our band—George Weeks—is going to play... ‘The Cat's Meow.’ ”

(To Be Continued)

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