The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-12-02
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SYNOPSIS

On . stormy November even-
 tng DAVID HARVESTER nnee1a
 Q retty blond girl and offers her
 Q IlIt ln the cub i'm which he iB
 riding. Her handbag opens and
 he secs . revolver inside.
 Next morning Bnnnistcr rends
 ehofl TRACY KING orchestra
 leader in a movie theater, has
 been found dead in his apart
 ment. Police arc searching for
 an unknown blond" who visited
 King the night before. BnnnisteT
 remembering the girl in the taxi
 cab. Is puzzled.
 He sees her again that morn-
 ing. The girl tells him her name
 is JULIET FRANCE and that
 sine knows nothing of the muF-
 der. She IS terrified and begs
 Bannister to help her. Against
 his better judgment he agrees.
 Bauister urges her to tell the
 0iice her story but she refuses.
 Then she sayA 'T've got to go
 back tllerei"
 CHAPTER v
 She saw at once that he had read something into her words that she had not intended.
 "Please don't misunderstand!" she begged. TT tell you I don't know anything about what hap pened after I left. But I've got to get back into that room!"
 That's impossible" Bannister said brusquely.
 "Oh, but there must be a way! There must be some way!" The gray eyes were almost black now. Don't you see," she went on, irm- ploringly, tits my only chance? Otherwise they'll say did 1t! They can arrest me - put me in jaili They might even prove that I-I killed him!'
 "But you've assured me that you didn't" Bannister repeated. why can't you tell the police the same story you've told me? And l cer- tainly don't understand why it's so important for you to get into that apartment"
 Because" Juliet Frances voice droped almost to a whisper, q left something there."
 "The police will return 1t 10 you"
 "oh, nov' The girl shrunk back, horror in her eyes. ''I can't tell the police! I can't let them know e'0@sse yOu WoO eViHS .O Aeip me. You said you'd do all you
 '.And getting into Tracy Kings apartment this morning rates as distinctly impossible. Don't you know there'll be police all over the place? They've been taking photographs. hunting for finger prints, turning everything upside down. If you left anything there last night. rest assured it's been picked up by this time!"
 "Oh, do you think SOP" The girls lip quivered and Bannister saw that she was near tears. There hadn't been sign of such emotion before.
 Suppose" he said gently, "you tell me what 1t was you left there?,
 Tt was just = a paper"
 "A paper?"
 She nodded. "A paper that wouldn't mean anything to any body else, only if the police got 1t if they have it now-they'll know how to find me"
 "It was a paper with your name on it?"
 Again she nodded. ''My name" she said, land some other things. l think wrote down Tracy Kings telephone number. I didn't call 1t but think I wrote it down.
 Her voice trailed away. A look of complete dejection had come over the girl. eff they've got it," she went on, as though to herself, q guess there isn't any use. There wasn't any use of my coming"
 She seemed, to Bannister, infi- nitely pathetic then. She had shown spirit a few moments before, had seemed self-reliant. Suddenly he felt that he must do something to help this girl with the shining hair and wide. child-like eyes. Her story about hunting for @ job, about carrying around a gun be- cause she might want to sell it was preposterous. but, neverthe-
 "Listen," he said, leaning for ward, maybe it's not so bad as you think. Maybe there is some- thing we can dol"
 ''But if the police know = don't you see? They'll find me here and they'll arrest me and take me to jail! And there isn't any reason for 1t! No reason at all! can't tell them anything about who killed Tracy King because I don't know. Only they'll never believe be. They'll say I did it! Oh, read the newspaper this morning and I've heard about the terrible things the police do. The third degree. it's called. They make peo- pie confess things they didn't do at all-"
 Color had come back into her she had shown before was in her