The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-12-29
CHAPTER SEVEN

DURING the taxicab ride to po-
II lice headquarters. J. Randolph
Gainey drew a package Of cigarets
from his pocket and held them TO-
ward Bannister.
Have one?" he offered.
Bannister took the cigaret. This
girl-?' he said. and then stopped
because he could not go on.
The reporter struck match and
held it forward. "Light?" he offered.
Bannister accepted the light.
Gainey touched the match to his
own cigaret. 1T was fast work." he
commented. Il thought myself al
that line about the mysterious blond
suspect was Just stall. Especially
when Henley wouldn't give us the
description"
do you think she did it2 The
girl, I mean?"
The reporter shrugged. How
should I know? Tracy King must
have had plenty Of girl friends all
right. Probably wasn't above CIV
ing them a dirty deal either. The
rat!' Gainey spat viciously into the
air. Il hate crooners," he said.
But why are they SO sure the
girl did it?"
That" said the other quietly,
you will have to get from your
friend, Police Chief James Adolphus
Henley"
The cab turned corner and
moment more drew up at the curb.
Gainey flashed a card in the taxi
drivers face and dashed into the
building, followed by Bannister.
Where's McNeal?" Gainey de-
manded of the sergeant at the
desk.
Upstairs. They're all up there"
Two steps at time Gainey
mounted the stairs. Bannister was
only a few feet behind, his breath
coming rapidly. On the second
floor the reporter turned left down
a corridor. Half way to the end,
a door opened ahead of them and
a dark figure appeared.
Cunningham" G i n y ex-
claimed. Where is she?"
TINE man in the dark suit nod
Il ded I'm there" he said. "Steve
Fishers talking to her"
Did you see her? Talk to her?
Did Sid get any pictures?"
Sure. 1 gave the whole story to
Austin over the phone. They've had
her husband here all morning, only
they didn't let any one know it."
Her husband?" 1t was Bannister
who cut in sharply.
They're trying to get a confess
sion from him." Cunningham went
on as though he hadn't heard, but
they'll never do that. That guys
too dumb to pull a murder"
Say wait a minute!" The dimin-
utive Gainey's voice rasped harsh
ly. I'D like to know what this is
all about. This morning we had the
murder pinned on an unknown
blond damsel. Now you say they've
got her husband"
llC OlSCl HAL lCS dI QSQ 1llIll 1OI d
moment That's another one he
said shortly. ooh, they're still look
ing for her. This danes an usher
at the State. Name is Carlotta
Scurlach-ain't it a peach? Her
husbands Herman Scurlach.
Last night they found letter
Scurlach wrote to King, threatening
to get him if he sang a certain
song again. The guy, Scurlach, is
jealous of this crooner, see? And
the name of the song is Listen,
Carlotta the same name as Sour
lachs wife. There was a lot of
other stuff in the letter about how
King had better leave the girl alone.
Well, last night King did sing the
song-at the first performance. He
left the theater after that and he
never came back"
I'VE know all about that" Gainey
interrupted. How about the letter?
Did you see it?"
Cunningham nodded. sid took a
picture of it. Got one of the girl,
too, when they brought her in.
She's darned pretty. Spanish,
guess, or maybe Italian. Dark hair
and eyes
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