The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-12-19
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 ticEinkes to find out.
 Police are searching for an
 ~unknosn blond" who visited
 King shortly before his death.
 Bnnnistcr hns seen the girl. but
 she has since disappeared.
 HERMAN SCURLACH. who
 wrote King . threatening letter.
 Is fin jail. Ho declares his innO-
 ccnce. AL DRUGAN. friend Of
 Kings says the orchestra leader
 has been having trouble with
 JOE PARROTT. his former
 vaudeville partner, and accuses
 ParrOtt Of the murder. Police
 learn fhat MELVINA Hollis
 TER, mltidlc-aged spinster, had
 q violent quarrel with King after
 his cat killed her canary.
 CAPTAIN McNEAL Of tho de- Scctiyc bureau goes Co see Miss
 Holiister and her brother. MAT
 THEW, When hc leaves he de-
 ciRres, "Those two will bear
 watching
 CHAPTER XIX
 The stream of yellow sunshine fell directly across David Ban nister's face. It wavered gently, as the curtains at the open window blew inward: then settled across the ridge of Bannister's nose.
 The sleeping man wrinkled his face into a grimace. The sunshine persisted. Bannister emitted sound between a grunt and a grumble, turned on his side. For a ment he lay peacefully, but the movement had aroused him. His eyes opened - two narrow slits = and he drowned at the light. Then the eyes opened wider. Bannister looked about him, bewildered.
 He was not, as he had been dreaming, in a subterranean cav ern. Adele Allen was not beside him, wearing green costume, brandishing a revolver and threat ening to shoot him if he did not help her escape from the giant canary bird pursuing her. The rest of the horrid vision faded and Ban mister was tremendously relieved. He was not murderer or occuscd of murder. Melvina Hollister was not there, nor jautny vaudeville singer who said his name was Gainey-
 Rannister sat up with start. The thought of Gainey brought the events of the preceding day before him clearly. No wonder he had ; tAl SuAlCu VI anu CTS! In his imaginings the figure of Gainey. the Post reporter, had merged into that of Tracy King. the orchestra leader. But it was King who had been murdered. Bannister remembered that. He remembered the brownish stain on tho caret of the hotel bedroom. He remembered, too, that he had promised Jim Paxton to work on the murder story for the Post.
 Bannister pulled his wrist watch toward him and saw that 1t was nearly. S:30. A fine hour to be waking. Gainey had been on the job for at least half an hour. Prob ably longer. Yes, a fine hour it was to be getting up and a fine lot of help he, David Bannister, was to the Post. He stood up. realizing that he was tired. Too much running around yesterday IIc wasn't used to it. The whole idea was a pack of nonsense
 But by the time he had finished | his shower David Bannister's spirits were rising. He could | hardly wait to see the morning newspaper to find out if any new | developments in the murder had | been reported. Newspaper training | reasserted itself and he was eager | to know if the morning paper, the opposition, had scored beat of any sort.
 He came downstairs whistling, crossed the dining room and ap- peared in the kitchen doorway.
 Morning, Aunt Kate!"
 His aunt looked up. then went !, on removing golden brown slices of French toast from q smoking l skillet. Morning" she said crisp ly. "Go on into the dining room, | David. Breakfast'll be on the | 4hbla in second"
 fl Bannister located the newspaper | on the living room table and | opened out tho pages. There was | plenty about tn eKinS murder. but | there was nothing that Bannister | did not know. It gave him feel | ing of relief. He was glad to know | nothing omportant had happened | while .he was asleep. Headlines told of the search for another | suspect" whose name was not | given. Drugan's story was credited | to "close friend of the dead man. also anonymous. Apparently no one | on the rival newspaper had heard | of Matthew and Melvina Hollister's | connection with the case. At least | it was not mentioned.
 There was nothing new in the | columns about the murder but | still Bannister read them eagerly. | Half way through the story of the new suspect, he was interrupted.
 "David!"
 It was his aunt calling and Aunt | Kate would brook no delay at meal | time.
 "Coming!" Bannister answered. | An Instant later he appeared in | the dining room, the newspaper in his hand.
 The odor of fried ham and coffee and the French toast won him from his preoccupation. however. | sssA arst Kate, he began. there's sSi1DF aG0tlanr ook like you in the | ahote couatry!"
 Sire stopped him with glance. Never raind the fiattery," she essl. Maybe you've something to | sg5s45 David 8annister, about what lighting out after breakfast and not showing up again until mid night! I thought it was rest you came to Fremont for!"
 While she had been talking she was pouring the coffee. Now she handed him a cup.
 Bannister grinned. He didn't mind being addressed as though he were a 14-year-old. It was like old times. Important business" he told her. I've got job"
 "A what?"
 i've got a job. A respectable one. Newspaper reporter. I'm working on The Post"
 Kate Hewlett waited. "Well?' she asked when he did not con- tinue.
 "That's all there is to it. Jim Paxton offered me a job on The Post and I took it. I'm working on this murder case"
 The elevation of Mrs Hewelett's
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