The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-12-26
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 E1IcI n41IlUzut2
 DAVID BANNI8EER, author,
 lc1EeF newspaper reporter, un-
 1CElnIEog Co 0nd out.
 Among the suspects are an
 a1nkDOgFn blond" who vl1lted
 xfng shortly beforo his death;
 HERMAN 6CUHLACH, in jail
 and decInxing his fnnocencc, who
 Wro1o King q threatening letter;
 JOE RAHROIT, Kings former
 vaudeville partner, with whom
 he had hnd trouble; MELVINA
 MOEiKd6TER, middle-aged spin-
 gtcR who had QuarreIed with
 King after his cat killed her
 C1uHry.
 mo blond suspect is arrested.
 Bnunisfer talks to her, but she
 refuses Co tell where she came
 from or say anything about her. DENISE LANG, King's nancee,
 f6enfifleB her as the girl she saw
 talking to King the day before his death. The girl admits going
 nD Kings apartment to get some
 zetterB, but denies any knowledge
 Of the murder.
 Down town 8nnnister enCOum. | eeEs MATTHEW HOLLdSTER. Il CHAPTER xxIv
 Aftsrward Bannister was never quite sure what prompted him. He had . premonition = an instinc- five warning of some sort = that this little, insignificant looking man had to say might be import ant. Extremely important.
 He looked about for a place where they might talk without Interruption and saw behind them a restaurant. It was restaurant where he had eaten once or twice "a place that was small, not overly well patronized and clean. At this time of day 1t was sure to be almost deserted.
 Bannister turned and said, sLet's go some where where we can talk. How about this place ?"
 Matthew Hollister shook his ssThat's a restaurant. had lunch a long while ago. couldn't eat anything now"
 Bannister urged him forward. s'Then have something to drink" he said. Any how, I'm hungry. Come and talk to me while eat"
 Inside the restaurant they found places at small table be- side the wall. At the front of the long room two men were seated at the lunch counter. Otherwise Canister and his com- panion were the only customers.
 A girl in a green dress and white apron approached to take the order. Cheese sandwich on rye for me- Canister instructed her. He looked across at Hol- lister. What about you? Can't persuade you to have at least a sandwich? And what will you have to drink?"
 The little mans eyes bright ened. It was obvious that this was an invitation. He looked about the room and some of the mcekness that characterized him seemed to disappear.
 .Td-" He hesitated, then went on more boldly. "rd like beer,"
 ..ldake it two" Bannister told the waitress. Wait minute what kind do you have?"
 The waitress told him and Ban- mister made a selection. Matthew Hollister, without much urging, was persuaded to have a sand- wicll also.
 The girl disappeared and a few minutes later was back, placing the food before them and pour ing the amber liquid into glasses topped with snowy foam.
 Hollister's pleasure was evil dent. He raised the glass to his lips and drank deeply. "My!" he said with a sigh of satisfaction, sthat's good beer"
 It wasn't particularly, but Bannister wanted to encourage his guest. I'm glad you like it." he said, smiling.
 Somehow, holding his glass and looking so childishly pleased, Mat thew Hollister was more pathetic than ever. The pale eyes behind the spectacles became confiding. You know,' he said, T don't drink beer often. Melvina doesn't like it. She's as much against beer as she is against whiskey and hard liquor. Strong drink is what she calls them and they're all the same 10 her. UT course, In way shes right. don't hold that a man should make slave of himself to alcohol. No sir! But a glass of beer now and then well, I don't see that it does much harm and it certainly tastes mighty good! Mighty good"
 Once more he raised the glass to his lips and drank. Bannister remembered what Mrs Kenebec had said about Melvina Hollister managing her own and her brothers joint income. Was it possible Melvina's hold on the purse strings was so close that a 10-cent glass of beer was, for her brother, rare treat? It didn't seem possible.
 Mathew was enjoying his beer nevertheless. He set the glass down, rested his arms on the table, and leaned toward Bannis- ter. I'm glad met you this afternoon, MT Bannister," he yaid. There are some things I want to talk to you about. Are you detective?"
 Canister hastened to explain