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About The Evening herald. (Klamath Falls, Or.) 1906-1942 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 11, 1934)
PAGE SIX THE EVENING HERALD, KLAMATH FALLS, OREGON Thursday, Jun. 11, 1934 .Sfc UNKhDWN BLOND' BBOIB OBRB TODA1 Tee kill TRACY KINO, aa. baalm laaaar faeae m la kla ' srartiaalf DAVID BABNISTKB. Illttl, lirmi HwtMKT WW. takaa la SaS aat. Palkw an aaaraklaa tar aa "ankaawa Moal" waa vlallrS KIM aharllr Man kla Statk. ' Baaalatar kaa aaaa lib atrk aat aka kaa SlaapaaaraS elaaa. ucrman icmiiri, wfca frrofa Klas a tkraalealaa lallar. la la fall. Il Sarlarea kla taae- afar rn.rrr f Ik, Po.t ,. Vk, airk. aa aa oM-f.iVa JT l MINI"!. frl-.S SrClaaV jar. Ik. arrknrtn ,,, "j J raaaTlll Oalnry aa naaaUIrr n n a. !Ia ,""r', lkr aniM-ara and anrrllr Oman. ta Ika avwwfiNprr an laav. wow oo n wrm mn am tit CHAPTER XVII QAVTAXN OLIVBR McNEJAI. bronftlit the front lest of hi dmlr to the floor with resound tag wharfi. "Well!" he exclaimed, "will ror look who's here T" Bannister grinned from the door way. "Hello. Cap." be said. "Hope yon dont mind callers. J. Ran. - dolph Galnev. Jnst behind, edged Into the room and slnmped Into the nearest chair. McNeal was on bis feet now. "Davoy. my lad!" be said, (rasping Bannister's hand. "I thought yon were In California! I thought yon were away making a big name for yoorselt What m blazes do yon mean, turning up la my office? Looking Una, you are "And you're looking terrible," Bannister told him, well aware that this was the proper answer. "Well, Cap, I'm back on the Job. Understand you've got a little mur der case on. Getting a little slow oa your feet, aren't you, letting 24 hours go by without bringing In the guilty person?" "Back on the Jobr McNeal eyed him dubiously. "Ton mean you're working for the Post again?" "That's it," Bannister told Dim. "Uhm!" McNeal grunted. "That's different!" He scowled. "Thought we'd -got rid of you, once and for alL Wbat'd you want to come back here for?" "Dont take It too hard." Ban nister urged, still grinning. "You see. It Isnt permanent. Jim Paxton toM me he was short-handed aad I screed to go to work tor him lor a while. Wanted to see lust how slow you and your staff of Cuau-ehoeers will be clearing up tills murder " McNeal dropped back la bis chair. "Just as much lip as ever," be announced, shaking his head. But there was admiration in the bane eyes raised to Bannister's. Admiration aad liking. The ex change of mild insults meant merely that Captain McNeal and David Bannister were old friends. oas talk now I" be ex- "What did she tell your mack. Didnt bare , Her father appeared oa OANNISTBR anatnd himself on D the edge opeo desk. McNeal, he thought,; TiBiH exactly as he had six xeaiSibeCoxe, Be wore a felt hat BDiltaeJSuit the same sort of hatband rtheiaine sort of suit be haJCafwayaBOTB. His hair was no grayer. The gray hair seemed, surprisingly, to accent the , youthful alertness of that round and ruddy face. Possibly the cap tain of detectives was a little heavier than be had been six years before. The military set et his shoulders, though, was as pro nounced as ever. "Well T" Gainey, across the room, removed his bat and in spected its lees than perfect rat line. "What's the dope now? Got confession from Scurlacb yet?" McNeal shook bis head. "We're keeping him locked up, lust the "Bo six claimed. "Not chance. the McNeal tapped the desk aharply with a lead pencil. "Bay," he said, "did K strike you there Is eosae thlnr oueer about that birdPx . "There's plenty queer," Gainey pat in indignantly, "about the way he treats report era! .I'd like to take a sock at him. Practically threw us out of the bouse!" McNeal gave btm a withering glance. "Well, that's too bad." be said tartly. "Maybe he's not so Queer aa I thought. He went on seriously, turning ts Bannister. 'Maybe you think we're not getting anywhere on this case, but we've done a lot of work. Lots of people Involved. Have to talk to 'em and check their stories. Arthur Lang's a big man la this town, but that doesnt give him all the privileges be thinks It does. No, sir) Lang says he was In his oOce from 8:30 until 1 o'clock last night. Nobody saw him go there, or leave, so tar as we've been able to check." "You're not accusing bim of shooting bis prospective son-in-law, are you?" Bannister asked. Tm not accusing him of any thing." McNeal said, "yet. But he's cot to come across with ths truth. 1 dont believe be was la that office last night. 1 dont see why someone wooldnt have seen htm the elevator boy or a sight watchman or someone. a a a ur ISTBH. McNeal." Bannister said suddenly, "there's some thing I picked up this afternoon that may not be important, but I think you should know it" "Picked up where?" "Out at the Shelby Arms. I went out to nave a look at the place oh. not that 1 expected to find any thing you'd missed! I Just wanted to see the layout" "What'd you find out?" "A few things. Did you know that last week one of the other tenants quarreled with, Tracy King and their voices were so loud at least a doses people beard them? Did you know the other tenant a woman swore she'd ted seme way to get King oat of the hotel r McNeei's blue eyes widened. "Where'd yen get all this?" be de manded. "I didnt hear anything about it I was out there all morn- Think youll get one?" Gainey . persisted. "I don't know. We've got a Hate sa soother suspect " "I know," Gainey said languidly. "Yob mean Joe Parrott Do you think youll find Urn?" "Of course well find Mm!" the enptain snorted. "I suppose you've been talking to Drugan, have your' The oaths that followed were not flattering to Mr. Drugan. "I wish he'd learn to keep bis mouth shut" McNeal went on. "Going around town doing all this talking! If he keeps on he's going to find him elf in trouble! Bannister interrupted. "Drugan seems to be pretty sure this fellow Parrott is the one who did the shooting." McNeal sodded. "We've a sur prise or two In store tor Mr. Dru gan," be said darkly, "What do you mean?" "I won't say any more about M now," McNeal answered. "Wait a day or two." Gainey leaned forward. "On the level, McNeal," he said, "who do you think killed King?" The captain frowned. "I'm not saying anything," be told them, "until we have that girl here." "You mean the "unknown blond'?" Jibed Gainey. "Don't make me laugh 1 There never was such a girl. Somebody down bere made up that fairy tale!" "Sho wasn't "made up'!" McNeal said stoutly. "And we're going to have her here." His expression was much like a small boy's hi the lace of tormentors. . a .. a . a DANNISTBR felt that he wanted to change the subject "Speak ing of blonds," he said, "ws've been talking to one Denlse Lang." MoNaal looked up, interested "Then I guess they were holding .out on you." Bannister said. "It was this way " He repeated she story Mrs. Ken nebec had told, ths story of Mel Tina Holllster's quarrel with Tracy King after his cat bad killed her canary bird. Be told about the burial of the canary with flowers from the florists' and about Mel vlna Holllster's threats. McNeal listened in silence, was silent for several minutes alter Bannister had finished. "What do you think of It?" the younger man demanded. "Do you think it means anything?" - "I think." said the chief of the detective staff slowly, "that IH be going out there aad having a talk with the Holllster woman myself Why wasnt she aronnd this morn ing, I'd like to know?" Captain McNeal was scowling and Bannister understood why. It burned the captain up to undertake a lob and then slip ap on M. It was an affront to his dignity and his pride. "Listen, Cap," said Bannister quickly, "do you mind it 1 go along with you? I didnt see Miss Hol llster myself and I'd like to." "Are you going tonight?" Gainey asked. 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