The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1934-01-10
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whisper. In spite of this Bannister
felt that the girl was exhibiting
marked control over her feelings.
He said-and cursed himself for
his brutality as he did it-"Miss
Lang, I suppose you know there's
been talk about girl-the one the
police are looking for--who went to
Kings rooms last night2 I suppose
you know
1T isn't truei' the girl broke in
deflantly. L mean if she went there
1t was some one he didn't know.
Some one he didn't care anything
about Tracy King was in love
with me! He wouldn't even look at
any one else
Yes, I know" Bannister put in
quietly. Il know, Miss Lang. All I
was trying to get at is whether or
not he had ever spoken Of any other
girl. ever even dropped a hint-?"
Never" she insisted. If a girl
went TO see him last night I don't
know anything about her. I don't
even want to know"
n
THE shrill peal of the doorbell
Il interrupted. They saw the maid
hurrying to answer the bell. They
heard the outer door opening and
closing and moment later a man
appeared.
Denise"
He was a young man. He stood
in the doorway, the single word
dying on his lips as he saw Gainey
and Bannister.
Come in, Park" Denise Lang
said. These men are from the
Post" She said, turning to the
others, This is Parker Coleman"
Bannister and Gainey introduced
themselves. Parker Coleman was,
Of course, one of the Colemans
whose name figured prominently in
fremont society columns.
Coleman greeted the other men
easily. He crossed the room to the
fireplace and held out his hands
to the blaze. Getting cold out"
he announced. There's bad wind
from the west"
Bannister nodded. eyes" he
agreed, then plunged directly into
the subject at issue. We've been
asking Miss Lang a few questions"
Coleman dropped to the sofa be-
side the girl.
About - what happened last
night?" The question was addressed
to Bannister, but Coleman's eyes
were on Denise Lang's face. do
you think" he went on, speaking to
the girl and without waiting for an
answer, that you feel well enough
for all this?"
She brushed aside his scruples.
I'm all right" Denise said. II want
to know what the police are doing.
want to know what they've found
out"
TTER eyes appealed to Bannister
L Il He hesitated, then said, We'll,
as I told you, the detectives are
working on several lines. There's
a new one that came up this after
noon" He told them then about
Joe Parrott-not the whole story,
but the essential facts.
AS he talked it occurred to Ban
mister as curious indeed that a girl
like Denise Lang could be asso-
ciated with any one who was a
friend of Al Drugan.
But Drugan and this girl with
the golden curls did not speak the
same language. They lived in diff
ferent worlds.
Bannister thought. eff only I'd
seen King just once while he was
alive!"
He hadn't seen him and there
was nothing to be done about it.
Coleman and Gainey were talking
now, Coleman asking questions.
Bannister noticed that Denise Lang
did not ask questions, though she
listened intently.
Without knowing quite why he
did it, Bannister leaned forward
again. Miss Lang" he asked,
when did you first hear about-er,
your fiances death?"
MY father told me-" she said.
Some one telephoned. 1t was about
midnight, I suppose. Father came
to my room and told me"
TO BE Continued