The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1933-11-30
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Who killed TRACY KING. or
chcstra leader found dead In ms
DAVID BANNIsTER. auth or.
former newspaper reporter under-
takes 10 find out.
Police are senrchinG TOT an
"unknown blond" who visited
king shortly before his death.
Bannister has seen the girl. hut
she has since disappeared.
HERMAN SOUR l. a e Fl: who
wrote King n threatening letter
is in Jail. He declares his inno-
cence. AL DRUGAN. friend OF
xinr's, says the orchestra leader
has been having trouble with
Joe PARR OTT, his former
vaudeville partner. and accuses
Parrotf of the murder. Police
learn that MELVISA HOLLIS
TER. middIc-nred spinster, had
"a violent quarrel with King after
his eat killed her canary.
CAPTAIN McNEhL of the de-
tective bureau goes to see Miss
Follister and her brother, MAT
THEW. When he leaves he de-
clares. "Those two will Benr
watchinE." ...
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
CHAPTER XIX
THE stream of yellow sunshine
fell directly across David Ban
listers face. 1t wavered gently. as
he curtains at the open window
blew inward; then settled across
he ridge of Bannister's nose.
The sleeping man wrinkled his
face into a grimace. The sunshine
persisted. Bannister emitted a
sound between a grunt and a grum-
BILE, turned on his side. For mo-
ment he lay peacefully, but the
movement had aroused him. His
eyes opened-two narrow Sits
and he frowned at the light. Then
the eyes opened wider. Bannister
looked about him, bewildered.
He was not. as he had been
dreaming, in a subterranean cav
ern. Adele Allen was not beside
him. wearing green costume,
brandishing revolver and threat,
ening to shoot him if he did not
help her escape from the giant
canary bird pursuing her. The rest
of the horrid vision faded and Ban
mister was tremendously relieved.
He was not murderer or accused
of murder. Melvina HolliSter was
not there. nor a jaunty vaudeville
singer who said his name was
Carney
Bannister sat up with a start.
The thought of Gainey brought the
events of the preceding day before
him clearly. No wonder he had
dreamed of murder and murderers!
In his imaginings the figure OF
Carney. the Post reporter, had
merged into that of Tracy King,
the orchestra leader. But it was
King who had been murdered.
Bannister remembered that. He
remembered the brownish stain on
the carpet of the hotel bedroom.
He remembered, too, that he had
promised Jim Paxton to work on
the murder story for the Post.
Bannister pulled his wrist watch
toward him and saw that it was
nearly $50. A fine hour to be
waking! Gainey had been on the
job for at least half an hour. Prob.
ably longer. Yes, fine hour 1t
was to be getting up and a fine
lot Of help he. David Bannister,
was to the Post. He stood up,
realizing that he was tired. Too
much running around yesterday.
He wasn't used TO it. The whole
idea was a pack Of nonsense
But by the time he had finished
his shower David Bannisters
spirits were rising He could
hardly wait to see the morning
newspaper to find out if any new
developments in the murder had
been reported. Newspaper training
reasserted itself and he was eager
to know if the morning paper, the
opposition, had scored a beat of
any sort.
He came downstairs whistling,
crossed the dining room and ap-