The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-12-08
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01 . stormy November evening DAVID nANNl6I1EH meets q pretty blond girl and offers her . uft f1 the cab fn which ras is riding. Her handbag opens and he secs c revolver inside.
 Next morning Bnnnlstcr- reads that TRACY KING, orchestra leader, has been found dead in hls apartment. Police are scarch- ing for m ''unIEnown blond" who visited King the night be- Tore. Bnnnister, remembering the girl in the taxicnb, fs puzzled.
 He sees her again that morn- ing. The girl tells him her name is JULIET FRANCE and swcars she knows nothing of the mur- der. She begs Bannister to help her and he agrees.
 He goes to see his old friend, JIM PAXTON, editor of the Tre- mont Post, and arrnnges to work on the King murder case for the Post. Later he returns to the hotel to see Juliet France and learns she has disappeared.
 Bannister goes to sec the room in which King died, finds an ob- 3ect he puts in his pocket. Down. stairs fin the lobby woman calls to him.
 CHAPTER x
 Bannister 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 refiecting 1t. At the throat of her sweater suit she wore a sparkling broach which might have been a diamond. The suit appeared to be a trif1e tight for her short, round figure. Her titan hair had been curled until it had a faded, frizzled look. yet, in spite of these details. she had a sort or prettiness. Once, Bannister was sure, she had been very pretty.
 T want tn talk to you," she told him firmly. about this murder. You're detective, aren't you? We'll, I've got something to tell you!"
 'But-er, you sec"
 I'm Mrs Kennebec,' the woman introduced herself. Mrs Russell Kenebec. My apartment is on the second floor. Wed better go up 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. Not a detective" she exclaimed. ''Why, theS telephone operator said you were! She said you and MT Link were up in poor MT Kings apart- ment. You were with MT Link, weren't you? saw you get out of the elevator together She drew back, eyeing Bannister sharply, What do you mean," she de- manded, saying you're not a de- tective?"
 We'll, he had told her the truth. And he was more than a little curious to hear what she had to say. My name is Bannister," he told her. "Yes, I've just come from Kings rooms. But I'm not with the police department. The truth is I'm doing 8 little = CT, special Investigating"
 The woman sighed. "Then that's all the better" she said. Come on!"
 They gained the second floor by means of the stairway which, as Link pointed out, was just back of the elevator. Mrs Kennebec led the way down a corridor, paused before door and inserted a kay.
 This is where live" she said. "Come in."
 The open door revealed an or nately decorated living room. In size it was almost identical with the room Bannister had examined on the floor above but there. was no other similarity. An over- stuffed divan and chair upholstered in Inauve satin wore squares of lace on their backs. The rest of the furniture appeared to Bannis-