The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-12-09
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 On a stormy November egon- Ing DAVID HARVESTER meets . pretty blond girl and oilers her . kIft ln tho cub in which he o riding. Her handbag opens and he sees a revolver inside.
 Next morning Buunigter reads that TRACY KING, orchestra leader, has been found dead fn his apartment. Police are searching for an s'unknown blond' who visited King the night before. Bannister, remem- bering the girl in the taxicab, is puzzled.
 Sc sees her again that morn. ing. The girl tells him her name Is JULIET FRANCE and swears she knows nothing of the Emur- der. She begs Bannister to help her and he agrees.
 He goes to SC his old friend, JIM PAXTON, editor of the Tre- mont Post, and arranges 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.
 Baunister goes to see the room in which King died, and finds an object which he puts in his pocket. MRS KENNEBEC, who lives i'm the hotel. tells Bannister about the violent quarrel King had recently with MELVINA HOIL1STER, spinster, who lives in the apartment below Kings. BAnnister takes car downtown, pulls from his pocket the object he found in Kings room.
 CHAPTER XI
 one side of the cardboard was gray and discolored. Bannister turned 1t over and studied the photograph on the other side. It was a photograph of man and a woman-the man sitting down, the woman standing, with one hand resting on his shoulder.
 It must have been taken 25 or 30 years before. The woman's dress was white, a rather elabor- ate dress with ruffled skirt reach- ing to the floor and lace about the modestly cut neck. A style of dress worn, Bannister thought, in the early i900's. In her arms she held a bouquet of roses. She was a prety woman, young looking.
 The man beside her was older. He appeared rather formidable in his black suit which must have been the utmost in elegance for its day. His dark hair. in Bannister's judgment, was badly in need of trimming. Bannister would have dispensed with the heavy mus tache, too.
 It was, beyond all doubt, a wed- ding picture. No need to take in such details as the bridal bouquet or the sprig of orange blossoms pinned in the young woman's coiffuer. In the self-conscious poses of both the man and woman there was written, as plainly as though it had been lettered, q am the bride," and q am the bridegroom. !"
 Yes, an old fashioned wedding picture. A curious thing to find with the golf clubs and cocktail shaker and stack of "blues" songs in the bedroom of the dead orches- tra leader. Bannister studied the faces in the photograph. Neither, so far as he could see resembled Tracy King.
 He did not know why he had put the photograph in his pocket ex- cept that he wanted to study it further and Links coming had pre- vented that. He looked atSthe bot tom of the card and read. "Swann Studio," in flowing gilt script. Be- low in smaller letters was the name of a town he had never heard of located in another state.
 A wedding picture made 80 years ago by the photographic artist of the Swann studio. Why had Tracy King kept such a pie ture?
 For several moments Bannister looked at the two faces. Then he gave it up. There was certainly nothing in that old photograph to give him any information about Tracy Kings murder. Nothing whatever. He slipped the picture back into his pocket and thought that, as an amateur detective. he was probably the worlds worst.
  Still he had the story of Mel vina Hollister's quarrel with King. Apparently the police had not heard of that. Not that Bannister himself considered 1t important. Probably Mrs Kenebec had exag- gerated the whole thing, as women