The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1934-02-19
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You see. Mr.. Bannister, I've never
made a trip on a boat. An ocean
trip, I mean. Always wanted TO
but-well. one thing and another
prevented it.
"Ahe you planning on going
soon?7 Bannister asked.
I'd Ike TO. BY the end Of the
week. Course I'll have TO make up
my mind first which trip I'm going
to take. But I've about settled on
Havana. Do you suppose I could
make the trip for-say, sl,ooo?"
ID MINISTER was thinking rap
ID idly. Il should think you could
do it in royal style for that"
We'll. I want TO 90 it up right, "
HOLSTER assured him. They say
there's a swimming pool on this
boat and they dance every night"
He went on. recounting the lux
uries outlined by the steamship
folder. Bannister left him when
they reached the street corner.
SO Matthew HOllister was plan
ming a trip TO Havana. Matthew,
newly outfitted by an expensive
tailor, talked easily of spending
money by the thousand, of going
where there was gayety and "liveli-
ness" Yet, it was less than a
week since his sister had been muir
dered.
Bannister remembered Mrs. Har-
borough's words, "Matthew'u have
quite a fortune now. Probably
around S15OOOO."
Ten days before Matthew Hollis
ter, wearing a threadbare tweed
tOpcOat adm a shapeless gray hat.
had seemed grateful because Ban
mister had bought him a 10-cent
glass of bear. He had spoken Of
the beer as a rare indulgence be-
cause 'AIelvina doesn't like ii"
And he had intimated that his sister
was worried, that he believed she
had some knowledge of Tracy Kings
death.
He might, of course, want to take
a steamship voyage to forget his
grief. Plenty of people did that.
But HOLSTER had said not word
about his sister, not word to sug-
gest the trip was to ease heartacne.
On the contrary, he was looking for
gaiety.
Bannister pursed his lips.
There's something therel" he as
sured himself. And instantly he set
task for himself. 1t was to learn
more about Matthew HOLSTER.
TIE went first to Jim Paxton.
II You're an old-timer here,
jim he said. "At least your fam
ily's been here a long time. What
do you know about Matthew Hollis
ter?"
But Paxton could tell him moth
ing he had not known before The
HOLSTERS, he knew, were an ari5to-
cratic family. Once they had been
rather prominent socially, Paxton
thought, but not since he could re-
member. He knew Matthew by
sight.
Whats up?" he demanded.
Something new on the murder?"
mo" Bannister told him. Just
an idea I've got into my head"
He went next to Bob Whitaker,
the oldest man on the Posts edi-
torial staff. Bob held the title of
state editor and his work was deal
ing with the out-Of-toWn news cor
respondents. He had worked on the
Post for thirty years and was a
walking volume of local history.
What dyou want to know about
the Hollisters?" he demanded.
Anything you can tell me-"
Bob Whitaker's account was sim
liar to Mrs. Harborough's. Old
Ezra Hollister, Matthews father.
had built up what was considered a
fortune in his day. Mrs. HOLSTER
died before her husband and the
money was left to Melvina and
Matthew, with the stipulation that
it was not to be divided and, so
long as NIelvina lived, she was to
say how the money should be used.
Beyond that, Bob Whitaker had
little to offer, except one comment.
Il wasn't as surprised as every one
else seems to have been when they
found her dead" he said. Mel
VIVA HOLSTER was a Tartar"