The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1933-11-20
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On n stormy November evening
DAVID BANNISTER meets
pretty blond girl and offers her
a lift in the cab in which he Is
riding. Her handbag opens and
he sees n revolver inside.
Next morning Bannfster reads
that TRACY KING, orchestra
leader, has been found dead In
his apartment. Police are search
ing for an unknown blond. who
visited King the night before.
Bannister. remembering the girl
in the taxicab, Is puzzled.
He sees her again That morn
ing. The girl tells him aer name
Is JULIET FRANCE and swears
she knows nothing of the muir
der. She begs Bannister to help
her and he agrees.
He goes to see his old friend.
JIM PAXTON, editor OF the Ire
mont Post, and arranges to work
on the King murder case for the
Post. Later he returns to the
hotel TO see Juliet France ano
learns she has disappeared.
Bannister goes to see the room
In which King died, finds an OBJ
1ect ne puts In his pocket. Down.
stairs in the lobby woman calIs
to him.
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CHAPTER K
RANNISTER thought the woman
must have mistaken him for
someone else. He said, "Why, yes,
of course but"
She had halted directly before
him. She wore small red jewels
screwed to the lobes Of her ears
and as she talked the jewels shook.
catching the light and rejecting
it. At the throat Of her sweater
suit she wore a sparkling breach
which might have been a diamond.
The suit appeared to be a trifle
tight for her short, round figure.
Her titan hair had been curled
until it had a faded, frizzed look.
Yet, in spite Of these details, she
had a sort Of prettiness. Once
Bannister was sure, she had been
very pretty.
81 want to talk to you," she told
him firmly, about this murder
You're a detective, aren't you:
Well, I've got something to tel
you!"
"But-er, you see"
"I'm Mrs. Kennebec," the woman
introduced herself. MRS. Russell
Kennebec. My apartment is on the
second floor. We'd better go w
there; there's no place to talk
here"
Excuse me, Mrs. Kennebec,
Bannister told her firmly, "but I'm
not a detective!"
The woman drew back. mot q
detective!" she exclaimed. "Why
the telephone operator said yor
were! She said you and Mr.. Link
were up in poor Mr.. Kings apart
ment. You were with Mr.. Link
weren't you? I saw you get out OIL
the elevator together" She drew
back, cycling Bannister sharply
What do you mean." she de
manded, Saying you're not de
tective?"
Well, he had told her the truth
And he was more than a little
curious TO hear what she had t
say. my name is Bannister," he
told her. Eyes, I've just come from
Kings rooms. But I'm not will
tho police department. The truth
is I'm doing a little-er, specia
investigating"
The woman sighed. Then that!
all the better" she said. Com,
on"
They gained the second floor b!
means of the stairway which, a
Link pointed out, was just bacl
of the elevator. Mrs. Kennebec LEI
the way down a corridor, paused
before a door and inserted key
"This is where l live" she said
Come in"
THE open door revealed an or
l. nately decorated living room
In size it was almost identical will
the room Bannister had examined
on the floor above but there wa!
no other similarity. An over
stuffed divan and chair upholstered
10 mauve satin wore SQUARES O