The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-01-04

is found dead in wrecked autO- mobile.
 Bannister persuades the police chief sc let Juliet come to his arnCs home, OstensfbIy as . guest, Cn the theory that if the girl believes hersIef free they can learn moro about her.
 PaTrOtt is Iocsted in St Louis and . detective Is sent to bring him to Fremont. Bannister gets out the old wedding picture he found in Kings bedroom, wraps t, addresses 1t and drops 1t fin mail box.
 CHAPTER xxxI
 Bannister met Gainey in the corridor outside the detectives quarters. He asked, Are they here yet?"
 "Got hero 20 minutes ago." for you. McNeals going to let us know as soon as we can SC him" They went into the detective bureau office. Fleming was there and another reporter. Fleming take very long. I've got to get eSW0y Al VIII
 4 buzzcr sounded then and the man at the desk arose. He went to the door of McNeal's office and q moment later turned.
 You can go In now" he said. Tnotionlng with his head. The four newspaper men filed into the ad- joining room.
 Two men stood almost in the cen- ter of the room. One of them was slender with stopped shoulders. He had dark eyes that were round and very bright like small, shining buttons. The mans face was saliow and lined. There was noth- ing about the face that suggested youth. yet he might have been young. Anywhere from 25 to 40. His clothing hung loosely and was wrink1ed. One arm he kept close to his side. There was band about his wrist, fastened by q chain to the wrist of the man who stood beside him.
 McNeal said, Well, Parrotf, here arc some newspaper men to sec you. Boys, this is Joe PaTrott." The man with the stopped shoulders said nothing. His sullen lips twitched faintly.
 Gainey stepped forward. "Hoy're you" he said easily. My names Gaincy of the Post. Have a cigaret?'
 Parrott accepted the cigaret, held it tO the lighted match that Gainey provided. Thanks" he said, but there was no gratitude in his ex- prcssion.
 "Won't you tell us all about it?" Gainey went on.
 'T ain't got nothin' to say" the words were muttered, half-in- audible.
 "Oh, but you must have! You're ip a jam here and we want your side of the story"
 T ain't got nothin' to say!" Parrott repeated belligerantly, lex cept that l didn't do nothin'. They've got no right to keep me here. They got no right to do itv'
 Well. then.' said Gainey, let's hear about 1t"
 But that, apparently, was not Parrott's idea. His lips set in their sullon line again and did not open.
 
 The room was quiet for several moments. Then Fleming ven- NbEGu d IItSAIOHs IJp yOu you were here in Fremont week ago. the night Tracy King was murdered ?' he asked.
 still no answer.
 Well" said McNeaI from his desk, you've seen him, boys, I guess there's no use wasting any more time. Take him back to his cell. Joe
 The man whose wrist was at tached to parrott's turned. Put out that ciGaret," he ordered.
 Parrott dropped the cigaret to the floor and Galney stepped for ward, crushing it under his heel. "So long, he said chcerily.
 It was just before Parrott reached the door that he looked back. His eyes were on Gaincy and Fleming. Listen, you wise guys!' he said. "PIl tell you this much. They ain't goin' to keep me here. got friends, sec? I ain't goin' to stay in no jail. ! got friends that will get mo out of here. ] ain't done nothin' and they can't prove notbin' and 1 ain't goin' to stay hcre----i'
 The detective had his hand on the door and with Il jerk opened it. "Tbat'H do," he said. Come on. Step on it.
 Then the door swung shut
 Gaincy gave Il low whistle. Sweet customer" he said to Me- Neal Sweet, gentle customer"
 We're used to them," the cap- tain growled. His voice sounded weary.
 "What's the dope on hlmY' Fleming wanted to know.
 "We're holding him." McNeal told them, "for questioning. We know he was here the night Tracy King was killed. At least we know he was here at 8 o'clock that night. I've got witnesses to prove 1t. We've got the stenographic record of Drugan's story that Par rott had made trouble for King. We've also got something else I'd rather not say anything about just now"
 The reporters urged but it was of no avail. McNeal refused to say any more. Bannister noticed again how tired the detective cap tain looked. Well. a strain such as he had been under for the past week was enough to make any one look that way.
 Drop in again lalte this after noon," McNeal told them in part ing. "I may have something for you"
 "A confession? 2" Galney's grin, as he said 1t, was lnplsh. Three times McNeal had predicted q con fession and each prediction had
 
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