The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-12-27
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 EEc murder case with 0A1NEY, 1Iar rrportcr for the Post.
 Among those suspected Of the 0TIuso are JULIET FRANCE, blond and pretty, known tO have visited King shortly before his Iicafh; HERMAN SCURLACH wrote King a threatening letter; nmd JOE PARROTT, d0wn-and- ont vaudeville actor. It is also known that MELVINA HOLLIS TIER, middle-aged spinster, had auarreled with King recently.
 King was engaged to wealthy DENISE LANG. MATTHEW HOLLASTER, Afef1vina's brother cells Bannister hc believes his nister knows something she is Eeeping from the police. Later Bnnnister, on his way to police headquarters, takes a short cut through Q dark alley.
 CHAPTER XIV
 Bannister did not know it, but Burning into that alley changed his plans completely. The alley was lark and totally deserted. Bannis- Ter hurried along with no thought for the darkness. He emerged on Fifth street, turned left. but had not taken more than a dozen steps Before he halted.
 A large, low-swung roadster had nrawn up to the curb. The man at kke wheel was leaning forward, !, omiling. Bannister recognized Parker Coleman.
 "Hop in!" Coleman invited. "PI Bake you wherever you're going" "Thanks'', Bannister told him Psbut it's only Q step or two. I'm bn my way to police headquarters" Coleman nodded. "Migist as well ride" he urged, and BaEnister stepped into the roadster.
 He settled back comfortably in the luxuriously cushioned seat. It was pleasant indeed riding in a car like that. He liked young Cole man, too; was glad to have this op- .portunity to talk with him.
 "Anything new on the murder?" Coleman asked.
 Bannister shook his head. Not 4hat I know of," he said. "McNeal was sure last night they'd get a confession from the girl, but they haven't got 1t yet. At least they didn't have two hours ago. That's why I want to stop in there."
 Coleman devoted his attention to his driving. A moment later he brought the roadster to a stop be- fore the old brick building that housed central police headquarters. DO you mind if go in with you?" he asked. Naturally I'm in- ferested---"
 Bannister assured him that he did not mind in the least, and to- gether they entered the building. The man at the information desk told them Gainey had left short At.- ct pnnddnd and went on. Upstairs they found the same detective Bannister had talked with earlier in the after noon, He shook his head when they asked for McNeal.
 He's been in and gone. out again." he said. '"The captains hard one to keep track of. But hen be back again, no doubt. About 1880 you ought to find him herc."
 Bannister and Coleman fingered few minutes, then departed. Outside the November air was clear and crisp. Dusk had settled down. and the street lamps were btrning. SB
 Coleman said, Listen, if you've nothing else on, how about a spin out toward Morrisville. I was looking for someone to go with me when I met you. There's place out there where we can get first rate dinner" 4@
 teThere's nothing I'd like better" Bannister agreed. A drive into the country would be just the thing. It would clear the cobwebs out of his brain. And he knew those roadside eating places. Fried chicken, hot biscuit. homemade pickles and preserves-they would almost certainly be on the menu, together with a host of other dell- cacies. Perhaps after such ride and such meal he would be able to make something of the notions that were tormenting him. They were notions he couldn't arrange into pattern so that they meant anything and yet that would not leave him alone.
 The two men climbed into the roadster. Coleman touched the starter and the quiet, deep-throat- ed throbbing of the motor began. Neither spoke until they had left the congested down town streets behind. Canister found 1t pleas ant to sit back and feel the cold air whipping against his face.
 A large building that was new to him came in sight and he asked what 1t was. Coleman told him it was branch of 8 manufactur- ing company, recently established in Fremont.
 Presently they were on a coun- try road. Coleman, who had been driving rapidly and expertly, in- creased the cars speed. They fair ly shot over the pavement. The wind struck Bannisters face with q sharp lash now. Cold, biting wind that made the blood leap in his veins. It was refreshing, ex- Coleman turned, smiling, and called out something Bannister could not hear because of the rush of the wind. He leaned nearer, un- derstocd the other was telling him something about the highway. There was nothing for Bannister fo do but nod and smile. The wind tok tl1re words from his throat.
 For 30. perhaps 40 minutes they rode thus. Then Coleman slowed the car. Ahead lights were twink ling and Bannister could make out the outlines of building.
 piained. '"They call it The White Cottage but it's not such a tea room as that sounds. Good food and plenty of it."
 They left the car and went in- side. Warm air, lights and the odor of appetizing foods blended inyitingIy. The room they entered had evidently once been an ordi- nary cottage living room. There was e fireplace at one end in which logs were burning. Six or seven tables, spotlessly white filled the space.
 A woman came to meet them and led them to table near the fireplace. When the orders were xiven Coleman drew a cigaret case from his pocket and extended 1t.
 "F1ave one." he said.
 It was ten minutes later. over