The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-01-12
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SYNOPSIS

DAVID HARVESTER under takes 10 find out who killed TRACY KING, orchestra leader. Bannistcr Is an author and form CT newspaper man. He works on tho murder case with GA1NEY, star reporter on the Post.
 Among those suspected are JULIET FRANCE, blond, pretty and known to have visited King shortly before his death; HER. MAN SCURLACH who wrote King a threatening letter; and JOE PARROTT, down-and- -Out vaudeville actor. It is also known that MELVINA HOLLISTER, Iniddlc-agcd spinster had quar- relied with King recently.
 AL DRUGAN, friend of Kings Is found dead in a wrecked OutO- mobile.
 Bannlstcr persuades the police chief to let Juliet come to his aunt's home, Ostcnsibly as a guest on the theory that if the girl be- licvcs herself free they can learn moro. about her.
 Juliet begs Bannister to "stOp trying to find out who killed Tracy King" Later that day Mclvina HOllister Is found dead. Bannlster rushes to the hotel where McNeaI of the detective bureau tells him Melvina was strangIed. Her brother, Mat thew, is hystcrical and demands that the police protect him. CHAPTER xXXVIII
 Matthew Hollister stood on the
  nize McNeal as the person in charge for he hurried forward His voice rose hysterically. "Pvo got to have protection" he cried. "I won't stay here, l tell you The police have got to protect mel"
 Matthew Hollister was a com pleteIy changed figure - whether from grief or terror Bannister could only guess. He seemed small Ter, shrunken and his face was as color1ess as his rather sallow skin could be. But 1t was not these changes that were so startling. Mat thew's eyes had lost their mildness. They were wide, dark and they sought McNeaIs face wildly.
 "The police have got to protect me-" he shouted.
 McNeal stepped forward. Just what are you afraid of, MT Hol- 1ister?" he asked.
 .'What am I afraid of? You ask me that, with my sister lying dead in the next room? This place isn't safe, I tell you. l wont stay here"
 You don't need to stay if you dorYf want to-" McNeal assured him. You can go some where else"
 That's not what I want. I want protection."
 McNeal eyed him curiously, "You mean you want bodyguard? Lis ten. Hollister, if there's anyone you're afraid of I want you to tell me about 1t. We'll do all we can to protect you but we'll have to know who or what you suspect-' Matthew Hollister's voice rose more thrilly, My sisters dead, isn't she" Someone murdered her Right in this room There was q man killed upstairs, too, less than two weeks ago. I tell you this {. place isn't safe. They're liable to walk in here and murder me any minute."
 "Who do you mean by 'they'?" That line of questioning brought little satisfaction. It was obvious that Matthew Hollister was in the grip of hysteria. He seemed com plet.,ly terrified--not of any certain person or persons but that the same fate that had been his sister s might be his.
 It was finally settled that he should stay in the apartment that night and that McNeal would send out man to guard the place.
 When Hollister seemed quieter Bannister stepped to his side. You remember me, don't you. MT HoIlister?" he asked. "We had a little talk downtown a few day3 ago"
 Matthew Hollister raised his eyes. why. yes," he said slowly, "I remember"
 My names Banister,' the other reminded him. "I wonder if there's some place where we could go now to talk"
 Hollister glanced sidewse at McNeal who was speaking to a uniformed officer. We could go in my room, guess he said.
 He led the way and the report CTS followed. The bedroom opened off narrow hall at the left. It was a small square room, simply fur nished. There was an old fashion cd wanut bed and chest of draw CTS, two chairs-one of them wal nut and the other upholstered and a small table on which stood a lamp and some books. The single window was covered by lace cur tain. On the walls were Old-fash- toned pictures in heavy frames one of them an enlarged photo- graph of d woman, the others land scapes.
 !. Hollister. apologizing for the lack of chairs, sat on the bed and Bannister sat beside him. wed like to hear just what happened this afternoon" he said. "1 mean-so far as you know" { The mild look had gone from Matthew Hollister's eyes. They were pale and mild again. But his voice was not quite at it's natural