The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1938-10-06
Q SERIAL STORY .-.
MURDER TO MUSIC s Ss;' ::;"s' 10 %'
= BY NARD JONES
cAsT OF CHARACTERS

CAST OF CHARACTERS
MYRNA DOMBEY - heroine
Wife of the sensational SWING
band header.
ROBERT TAIT-hero. News
paper Observation-Disclosures;
ANNE LESTER-Myrnas CLOS
pANNIE FREELEY-offieer as
,ixned to investigate Ludden
Dombey'' murder.
Yesterday: Police tell TAFT to
hr;1v in Myrna. He wonders
where she is and he realizes too,
that somehow he is going to be
in thi. affair to the end.
CHAPTER ~
The taxi vecred to the curb IN
front of the Claremont apart
ments, and Bob Tait's foot was
ON the running board even before
il stopped. Hurriedly he paid the
driver and waved him on. A quick
glance told him that there was no
police car parked nearby. He
hoped that Officer Dunpay hadn't
come in taxi and betrayed his
easy nature by rushing things.
IN the entrance way of the
Clarcmont he almost cOllided with
a woman on her way out. She
was a striking honey-cOlored
blond, almost too fragile and
beautiful To be real. For a Scant
second her eyes met Tait'S, then
turned away. She hurried on and
down the street, leaving wake
of not too faint perfume. Ialt
grinncd to himself and let out an
involuntary whistle.
At another time he might have
speculatcd a little about that
beautiful blOnd-but not now. lie
scanned the mail-boX board,
found a neatly lettered card with
the names: Myrna RogerS-Anne
Lester. Their apartment was on
the third floor, and in his haste
TAFT scorned the automatic Int.
The stairs he took three and four
at a time.
He listened a moment at the
door before he pressed the bell.
To his intense relief there was no
sound of Mike Dunphy's indis-
Greet, clustering voice. But when
Anne Lester opened the door her
distracted eyes told him that trou-
bic was brewing.
"Myrna's not here" she sad.
What shall we do?"
TAFT stepped inside the room
and closed the door,. mo note
nothing?"
The girl shook her head. 81
don't believe she came here at all
from the Pacific-Plaza."
"This is bad" TAFT told her.
''Dunphy, from police headquar-
tiers. is on his way here now. It's
going to look bad when he finds
she isn't to be had" He held
AnDe's gaze. "Are you sure you
don't know where she might be-"
Anne shook her head. give
been trying to think-ever since
/ got here. The-the only posi-
bility that came to me ISIS that
what happened at the Golden
Bowl made her lose her head"
For a moment TAFT did not an
swer. He tried TO fathom beyond
Anne Testers seemingly frank
glance. Listen" he burst out,
"do you have any reason to be-
heve that Myrna killed Dombey
tonight? There must be" He
stopped, shrugged his shoulders.
at wouldn't do any good to ask
you that. Even if you thought
she were guilty, you'd lie for her."
Anne Testers answer came
swiftly. you're right. | would.
I'd 90 further than that for
Myrna. But she didn't do it. She
was in love with him. Couldn't
you tell that when you walked up
to that table tonight?"
"fm afraid I had something
else on my mind. You see, I'd just
lost a job and was trying to fig
ure a way to get it back. That's
what should be doing now. !
wish | knew why Pm not"
Anne clutched his arm. "Please
help us. Pm afraid. ! knew
something was going to happen
tonight. ! kept feeling it. And I
know this is going to mean trou-
bic for Myrna. We've got to find
her We've" She caught her
breath. looked IN at TAFT with
sudden new fright. "They might
be after her now! If they wanted
to kill Lud Dombey. why wouldn't
they want to kill his wife, too?"
Tait. fried 70 p,aLa H. lo,L