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About The Evening herald. (Klamath Falls, Or.) 1906-1942 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 13, 1934)
PAQ3 SIX THE EVENING HERALD. KLAMATH PALLS, OREGON Saturday, Jan. 13, 1934 9fe UNKNOWN BLOND KG IN BKM TODAW Wkt klllra TRACT KINO, fcMtn laaeat faaae mmt la kfc svartraaatr DAVID lARHIITIlt favaaea aewaaaaar raaartar. uaaa Mm ta mi. PvUm am aaarakias mm mm aakaawa kleaa" wke Litre Sla akealla bloK kla aeatk. kaa an Ika alrL kal - afc. kaa ataaa aiaapaaarad. HERMAN ACUULACH, waa awale Kiac a fkraataalaa letter, la la lull. Ha am-lam kla laao ; aaaae. AL DRUflAN, frlraa al Klaa'a, aara Ika orvkeatra leader kaa keea knvlag iroable rltk JOK P A B R O T . kla fonaer : Taaaarllla partner. aaA immn Parratl at the Morder. Police leara tkat MKI.VINA R(IU.n TK1I, nldale-oRed aplaater, kad violent quarrel rrllk KIdk after kla eat killed ker eaaair. CAPTAIN HeNRAL of tkr de tective knreao voce ta oee MIm Holllnter and ker brother. HAT TIIKW. When ke learea ke de clare, Tko.a rat will kear trateklaK." ROW GO OH WITH TIIK STORV CHAPTER XIX "THB stream of yellow sunshine fell directly Across David Ban nlBtor's race. It wavered gently, as : the curtains at the opon window blew Inward: then settled across the ridge of Bannister's nose. The sleeping man wrinkled his face Into a grimace. The sunshine persisted. Bannister emitted a sound between a grunt and a grum ble, turned on his side. For a mo ment he lay peacefully, but the movement bad aroused him. His yes opened two narrow slits and he frowned at the light Then the eyes opened wider. Bannister rooked about him, bewildered. He was not, as he had bees dreaming, ta a subterranean cav ern. Adele Allen was not beside him, wearing a green costume. brandishing a revolver and threat ening to shoot him If he did not help her escape from the giant canary bird pursuing her. The rest of the horrid vision faded and Ban nister waa tremendously relieved. He was not a murderer or accused of murder. Melvlna Hollister was not there, nor a Jaunty vaudeville singer who said his name was Gainey Bannister sat up with a start. The thought of Gainey brought the events of the preceding day before him clearly. No wonder he had dreamed of murder and murderers! In his Imaginings the figure of Gainey, the Post reporter, had merged Into that of Tracy King, the orchestra leader. Bnt ft was King who had been murdered. Bannister remembered that. He remembered the brownish stain on the carpet of the hotel bedroom. He remembered, too, that he had promised Jim Pazton to work on the murder story for the Foot. Bannister pulled his wrist watch toward him and saw that H was nearly 8: SO. A fine hour to be waking! Gainey had been on the job lor at least halt an hoar. Prob ably longer. Tea, a fine hour it waa to be getting np and a fine lot of help he, David Bannister, waa to the Post He stood up. realizing that he was tired. Too araoh running around yesterday. He wasn't used to It Toe whole Idea waa a pack of nonsense But by the time he bad finished bis shower David Bannister's spirits were rising. He could hardly wait to see the morning newspaper to find oat if any new developments in the murder had been reported. Newspaper training reasserted Useat and he was eager ta know if'frm amiaaiiin, mnner. the opposition, lukl aooped a beat of any sort He came eVwnstaisa whistling, erased the dining room and ap- Moralng, Aunt Kate!" a a a TThS aunt looked op, then went en removing golden brown abeea of French toast from a smok ing skillet. Horning she said arisftj. "Go an Into the dining I room, David. Breaktostll be - on ttne table in a second." Bannister located the newspaper ion the living loom table and opened out the pages. There was Orient about the King murder, bnt 'there waa nothing that Bannister did not know. It gave htm a feel ing of relief. He was glad to know nothing important had happened while - he was asleep. Headlines told of the search for "another sus pect" whose name was not given. Drugan's story Was credited to a "dose Mend of the dead man," also anonymous. Apparently no one on the rival newspaper had heard of Matthew and Mclvtoa HolUster's eoaoectlon wtth the case, At least it waa aot mentioned. Vnere was nothing new in the eotamaa about the morder but aUH Bannister read them eagerly. Hast way through the story of the new suspect, be was Interrupted, David!" It was Ms aunt cacHng and Aunt Kate would brook no delay at meal "eomssgt" Bannister answered. Aa instant later he appeared in :he dining room, the newspaper In bis hand. The odor of tried bam and coffee and the French toast won him from bis preoccupation, however. "Aunt Kate," he began, "there's aot another cook like yon in the whole country!" , She stopped him with a glance. Never mind the flattery," she mid. "Maybe you've something to lay, Darld Bannister, about what fou were doing all day yesterday. Lighting out after breakfast and not showing up again antil mid light! I thought It was rest you . amo to Tremont fori" While she had been talking she as pouring the coffee. Now she nanded Mm a cup. a a a DANNI8TBR grinned. He dldnt mind being addressed as though he were a 14-year-old. 't was like old times, "Important business," he told ber. "I've got a job." "A whatr Tws got job, A respectable one, Newspaper reporter. I'm working on The Post" Kate Hewlett waited. "Wellt" the asked when be did not con tinue. "That's all there Is to It Jim Puton offered me a Job os The Post and 1 took It, I'm working oa this murder ease," The elevation of Mrs. Hewlett's oyobrows was expressive. "So that's H," she said. "Ton couldul keep out of It! . Something dis graceful and and criminal hap pens, tike a murder, and you couldnt keep out of (b ,1 dont ap prove of this, David. I dont ap prove of it at all!" But she didn't mean that There was no disapproval In her voice and none In her eager eyes as she asked a moment lator, "David who do thoy think did Itr "Oh, 1 don't know. It's hard to tay now." Mrs. Hewlett frowned. "1 don't mean this man they've got locked In Jail," she persisted, "or the other one they're looking tor." (Bannister noted she had missed none of the details of the morning newspaper account.) "Ibu'i there always," Mrs. Hewlett said, 'one special one tho police know Is guilty? Isnt there always on they don't toll anything about r "Sometimes," Bannister nodded, "but 1 don't think there Is in this cose. The whole thing's a muddle." "But who do you think did Itr He smiled. "Aunt Kate, I'm not smart enough to study a murder tor five or six hours and then un erringly point out the guilty per on. And" he paused thoughtfully "I dont think there's anyone else In Tremont who can do that either." Bannister finished his breakfast briefly and took the car down town. It was 10 o'clock by the time he reached the city room of the the Post Paxton was not In sight Austin, the assistant city editor, was busy at his desk and there was no one else about whom Ban nister knew. Without waiting, he went on to central headquarters. a a rpHB officer at the desk recog nited him and Bannister nod ded. He went on Into the corridor, almost bumping Into Cunningham who came flying down the stairs. "Listen," Cunningham said terse ly, "tell Gainey I'm going out with Murphy, will you? Some kind of a holdup out in the Heights. Tell him " "Sure," said Bannister, "but where'U I find him?" Cunningham motioned toward the stairs. "Up there." he said. "They're all up there. Did yon know they've got the girl? Gainer's phoning the office now." He would have gone but Bannis ter caught his arm. "What girl?" he demanded. "Ton mean ?" "That Mood dame they were looking for. I've got to beat it now!" Cunningham was gone. In a dozen strides Bannister made the top of the stairs. A man in a dork suit and a Janitor were the only ones in sight "I'm looking for Gainey of the Post" Bannister said to the Jan itor. "Have yon seen him?" The man motioned toward a half-opened door and Bannister hurried toward it He heard Galney's voice before he saw him. Gainey and three others were is the room. One man was whittling a lead pencil and the others were talking over telephones. Gainey'r voice was louder, more exeltea than the Best Bannister said to the man who was whittling, "I understand they've found the girl they were looking for." The stranger nodded. "Anyone talk to her?" Bannister asked. "She wont talk." "Where Is she?" The other motioned with his head. A figure passed the door and Bannister recognized it "Me Neat" be called, hurrying outside. "Oh, Captain McNeal!" There was considerable bead shaking but Bannister finally had bis way. Ten minutes later he passed through a barred door tntc a wide corridor. There was an other barred door and then a woman in blue directed Mm toward a row of cells. The first cell was unoccupied. Tge woman In the second was tat Her hair was brown and she was asleep. Bannister walked slowly. He came to the third cell and the fourth and then he stopped. Gray eyes looked at Mm through the steel bars. "Ob!" the girl said. "It's you!" (To Be Continued;) 'Twas the Night Before Christmas," famous Chrl3tmas poem, first was published on Dec. 23, 1823. It was written by Dr. Clement CI-. . :.T7ore. Baby kangaroos are born blind, and only as large as a man's fin ger, yet they find their way to the mother's pouch without assistance. Flapper Fanny Says OUT OUR WAY By J. R. William., OUR BOARDING HOUSE o o c X CAN'T FIGGER A BRAIN LIKE THAT HE'S TOO DUMB TO DOPE THAT JOB OUT, HIMSELF, BUT he's BRIGHT ENOUGH TO SALVE SOME. GUV INTO COIN" IT FOR HIM. 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