The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-12-15
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 Who Killed TRACY KING, or rhcsIra lender found dead In his
 DAVID HARVESTER, author, former newspaper reporter, un- 1rfinIses Co find out.
 PoIice are searching for an flunkn0un blond" who visited King shortly before his death. Bnnnister has seen this girl, but she has disappeared since.
 HERMAN SCURLACH, who wrote King q threatening letter, is in jafl. He declares his innO- cence. BannisteP works on the cnse with J. RANDOLPH GAINEY, star reporter of the Post. In thc dead mans apart 1nent Bnnnister picks up an Old- fashioned wedding picture which
 AL DRUGAN, friend of Kings gaFs the orchestra leader had been having trouble with JOE PARROTT, his former vaude- vile partner, and accuses Pra- r0tt of the murder.
 Gainey and Bannister go to Kings fiancee. PARKER COLE MAN, an old friend, also calls. Denise's father enters the room, sees the newspaper men and de- niands angrily, "What Is the meaning of this?"
 CHAPTER vXI
 The girl was on her feet in- stantly. Father, please" she began.
 He did not seem to hear her Arthur Lang was a man of medium height, slightly built, but anger seemed to bake hib formidable. He took a few steps forward, then stopped.
 'This is an outrage!" he ex- claimed dramatically. Newspaper men-that's what you are! Don't try to tell me you're not-I heard enough to know. Sneaking in where you're not wanted. It's an outrage. I told you this morning not to come around my house. I told you to stay away from here!"
 But, Mir Lang-!"
 There was no use trying to stem the torrent. Bannister saw that as soon as he had spoken.
 The older mans voice rose in volume. T won't have you here!" he stormed, his face flushing crim- 
 A man has a right to some privacy in his own home! You can print what you want in your filthy sheets; you can peep through the keyholes of other mems homes, but I'll have the law on you, damn you, if you don't get out of here! I'll--i"
 Bannister interrupted again. AL ready he was on his feet. Come on, Gainey," he said levelly T take it we're being invited to move elsewhere. Sorry, Miss Langr'
 Over his shoulder he caught a glimpse of the girls white face. Was there mute appeal in that swift glance - something the girl wanted to tell him? Bannister thought so. Perhaps it was noth- ing more than an apology for her fathers behavior. Whatever it was, there was only a fraction of sec 0nd before Bannister had turned away. A moment later he and Gainey were in the hall. The maid supplied their hats and the two men stepped outside.
 Gainey snorted, 'The old croco- is, anyway? I'd like to bounce him OA tlAC bS1hs tAfAN " eSAA AiAAAh a thing or two-!"
 well, you'll have to pick an- other time," Bannister assured him. I thought we'd better get out before the old duffer had apoplexy. Certainly doesn't love the brethren of the press much, does hep
 Gainey's mutterings subsided in gentle profanity. He concluded, "Gosh, but it's cold" and turned up his coat collar.
 The wind, as Parker Colemn had informed them, was com ing from the west. It was gale with a nip in it, a promise of frosty nights to come. Overhead the Sky was starless and the only light came from a none too bright street lamp a dozen yards ahead, whore the walk leading to the house branched off from the main sidewalk.
 Heads bent to protect themselves from the wind, Gainey and Ban mister set off.
 town?" Bannister wanted to know.
 ..There's a car line over here a couple of blocks or so," Gainey told him. Its the only way I know. Say, the more I think of the nerve of that guy-r'
 There was noise behind them and both turned. Silhouetted in the open doorway was a figure. It called, "Hi, there!' and a moment later Parker Coleman was hurry ing toward them.
 "You two" he exclaimed, breath Iessly. Cant I give you a lift down town? I've got my car over here"
 They saw the car then, dark shadow in the driveway. That's swell" said Gainey. Did the old geezer send you out to be sure we were really leaving his premises ?
 Coleman laughed good natured. Iy. "No," he said, "he didn't sen6 me. Lord, isn't he Tartar? No always, you know. He can be a. decent as anyone. I didn't know 1t before, but apparently he has z grudge against newspaper men Told Denise not to see any o1 them. Of course he was only try ing to spare her. suppose he's up set about this whole thing"
 They had reached the roadster a large low-swung model, ant Coleman held back the door "Climb in," he invited, goins around to the other side and slip