The times-news. [volume] (Hendersonville, N.C.) 1927-current, 1938-10-31
O SERIAL STORY
MURDER TO MUSIC s Ss;' ::;Sss: 10 10
- BY NARD JONES'
BY NARD JONES.

! in Media STAIRS apartment
Thanks" Dannie said. i Ike
comics. =.
Listen, Mr.. Feeley, look at
| that ad, ertisement on the back.
Dannic looked. 1t was the ad-
! vertisement of a novelty company
in Minneapolis. 1t offered and II
lustrated at least two dozen ODDS
and ends appealing to boys. PlanS
for auto racers, X-ray boxes
chameleonS, turtles, book on
ventriloquiSm, invisible ink. Dan
ME grinned. yeah. ! used 10
send for a lot of stuff like tins
dhe nj was a kid. Once i got i
chameleon. l put it on the lno-
leum in our kitchen. 1t was check,
cred Iinoleum and the darned
thing died trying to make good.
That's an old joke, Dannie.
Look down there in the lower left
hand corner" =,
Feclcy looked. Then he raised
his eyes to Tait's. We'll, what
do YOU know about that
81 don't know anything about
it yet. But | do know it adver-
tiSes a gadget to make a noise
like a cats cry. You put it IN
your pocket, squeeze it, and have
fun with your friends and your
dog. But | wonder if maybe 1t
might be used for something
else"
You're dreaming, Bob. This
nnutty musician, with his obses-
sion about song called The Cats
Meow might get one Of these
things if he figured to do some
murder. But Rogers or this Starr
girl aren't crazy. It's just a CO.
incidence"
81 suppose so. But the thing
interests me enough so that Pm
going to wire that outfit and ask
them to tell me the names of the
people who've ordered that gadget
from this town in the last two
months"
Feeley yawned. "Well, go ahead
and have your fun. But let me
get some Sleep" The detective
politely opened his door again.
"How,s Myrna these days."
TAFT caught his breath, wonder
ing if Feeley knew that Myrna
had disappeared. He took a long
chance. Fine, Dannie." He felt
like a heel, saying that-but he
consoled himself with the thought
that if Dannie knew that Myrna
wasn't sleeping peacefully at the
Claremont then Dannie Feeley
himself wouldn't sleep the rest of
the night. ....-..
At 2:45 next day TAFT stood in
front of the Pacific Plaza. He was
on edge, and worried. A telephone
call to. Anne Lester had revealed
that no word had been received
from Myrna since last he had tele-
phoned. And TAFT wondered if
Weeks, the musician, would really
appear. If he didn't. .-..... =.
"Well, Mr.. TAFT"
The newspaper photographer
turned to see Dannie Feeley, a
flower in his lapel. Perhaps you
don't remember me, Mr.. TAFT.
My name is Farnsworth. Elliott
Farnsworth, the song publisher
"Of course | remember you,"
TAFT said, grinning in spite Of
himself. Lets go inside and see
if our genius is standing by the
Number 4 elevator.
Side by side the pair went into
the luxurious lobby of the Pacific
Plaza, steered themselves directly
toward the bank of elevators.
Surely enough, there stood by the
fourth elevator a tall, cadaverous-
looking fellow whose clothes were
out of keeping with the we'll
groomed lobby and its prosperous
looking occupants.
There's our man." Feeley whis-
pered
take it easy" Bob TAFT said
out of the side of his mouth. E"Re-
member, you are song publisher,
not a dick. Don't whip out your
handouts yet"
Ito be continued