The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1934-01-04
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as he could see, resembled Tracy
King.
He did not know why hes had put
the photograph in his pocket, except
that he wanted TO study it further
and Links coming had prevented
that. He looked at the bottom OF
the card and read, Swami Studio, >"
in flowing gift scrip Below in
smaller letters was the name Of a
town he had never heard Of, located
in another state.
Why had Tracy King kept such a
picture?
He slipped the picture back into
his pocket and thought that, as an
amateur detective. he probably was
the worlds worst.
CTILL he had the story of Mel
- VIVA HOLSTERS quarrel With
King. Apparently the police had
not heard Of that Not that Ban
mister himself considered it i'm
portant. Probably Mrs. Kennebec
had exaggerated the whole thing, as
women are, likely to do who have
little to occupy their time except
gossip.
On the other hand, Bannister
reasoned, the story might have its
importance. It helped to piece to-
gether the background Of Tracy
Kings life during the past few days.
Practical detectives, he knew, always
tried to do that.
BanniSter was thinking Of Cap
tain McNeal and the tip he had to
offer him when another thought in
terrupted 1t had been a tip for
AdcNeal that had sent Bannister
walking down town that morning,
the plaguey question whether or
not to tell the detective about the
girl in the taXicap. Bannister smiled
wrily.
Well, she had been slick one
and he had fallen completely for
her guile! He had fallen so COM
pletely that, looking about Tracy
Kings rooms an hour Or so earlier,
he had actually searched for the
memorandum she had said she lost
there.
What nonsense! AS though he
didn't know every word she had
spoken was false
And if you'd found it," Bannis-
ter berated himself, Il suppose
you'd have kept it for her" Well,
there was no note there. There
never had been such note.
TINE car jolted to halt to let
Il passenger off. Bannister no
ticed that they were on a street
lined with low, rather dingy looking
shops. In five minutes more they
would reach the business district.
The sky was getting dark now. 1t
must be well after 5.
He glanced at his watch-it was
almost $50. For the first time Ban
mister remembered that he had not
eaten since morning. How long ago
that seemed!
III have to call Aunt Kate" he
told himself. Better do it first
thingl I'll tell her not to expect me
for dinner"
Now that he had gotten into this
thing he hadn't the fainteSt notion
Of stopping He would go first to
the Evening Post Office to find out
what had happened in his absence.
The car turned into a wider
street. Shop windows were already
lighted and made the sky seem
darker. Night had descended with
the turn of that corner. This was
downtown Tremont-a thorough
fare on which ranged several small
dress shops; a furniture store; a
chain grocery store with a red
front and another painted green;
a Second-rate hotel and a huge va
cant building. Ahead brighter
lights and larger electric signs indi-
Gated more prosperous concerns.
BanniSter rode two more blocks,
then left the car. The newsboy on
the nearest corner was shouting I'M
Ineligible cries from which the
word murder" could be distin-
guished. BanniSter bought a Post
and walked on.
Ito Be Continued