January 22, 1934 THE EVENING HERALD, KLAMATH FALLS, OREGON PAGE SEX UNKNOWN BLOND fy I ...rfl I , pPOOKAN g Cin NfA smvt. INT. ttlCGIN UHltB rODAI DAVID BANNIST1CII naatr- Kin. orn.lrn o In & haft nrmrnl. "r, ol.or nn former "' Sum "Ilk GAINKI. nmi far f hp I'o.t, An no imrMM W -r. JUUBT blond preltv. known tm knv" .llrd KlnV .horlly Ix-fnr kl. wrol. Kin nrnlenln Irllcri iu JOK 1-AUHO'IT. dor-nd. om Tuo.lrvlllo nor. l lo known Iknt HKI.VINA I10LMM Trill, mlddlr-niK-d anlnator. knd aanrrrlrd wllk Kin recently. I.IKTI'.H. tlrlvlnn'a orotlirr. rll llnnnlalrr kr brllwa him al.ttr know, .omrthlnic ! from k police. Ilnnnleler roe" Jo "inner wllk PAIUiBR COI.K. MAN. friend of Denlee tan ' Tfcer are drlvlnn nlonit coun try ro4 wken Colemnn neee dark olileet dkead and .koala OW GO ON WITH TUB iTOIllf CHAPTER XXVI BANNISTER exclaimed sharply. "What Is it?" The roadster came to a halt, brakes grinding. Coleman lumped from the car. "Back here," he callod and ran In the direction from which they had come. Bannister followed, slower and more cautiously. He could makt out now that there was something ahead. Something ' black and oddly shaped, lying at the sidt of the road Just beyond the turn "Walt!" he called to Coloman but the other did not wait. Pant lng, breathless. Bannister made the doien yards. He knew now what It was ahead. An over turned automobile, slanting on the hillside. It's wheels reared grotesquely. "Is there anyone there?" he called. "Can't teH. There's a aeah light In my car!" Coleman was off again for the flashlight. Bannister searched his pockets tor matches, found them and struck one. He had to move to the other side of the overturned sedan and cop his hands to protect the blase. The match sputtered an instant and then died, but In that instant Bannister had caught a glimpse of a man's face white and cut and bleeding. When Coleman returned with the flashlight he found Bannister struggling with the door of. the sedan. The car had fallen in such a way that the door could not be opened. "There's a man In there!" Ban nister told him. "We've got to get htm out! Together they struggled with the door bnt it would not open. In the bright rays of the flash light they saw that the man wat alone in the car. He had fallen forward, his body pressed against the steering wheel. There was a good deal of blood on the man'e clothing and some on the cush ions of the car. "Do yon think he's alive? Cole man asked. "Don't know. We'll have to a-At him out and find out." It was almost 20 minutes' work before they Snail- managed It Coleman had stripped oil his top coat and laid It on the ground Thav nnt thn mnn nn thn Miar Then Bannister, down on his knees, bent over him touching bis uanas. "They're warm," he exclaimed And a moment later, "His heart's beating!" r ANNISTER looked down at the figure on the ground, the man's eyes were closed. His hair was matted and there was a dark stain across his forehead and down one cheek. His upper Up bad been cut and bled copiously, v Suddenly, with an exclamation that was both amazement and horror, Bannster drew back. "It's Drugan!" he cried. "Drugan?" "Al Drugan! He played in King's orchestra. He and King were friends. I was talking to him only the other night. Tes. it's Drugan. all right. We've got to do something! We've got to get him to a house some where, call a doctor !" By the time they reached the nearest farm house Drugan's heart was still beating, slowly and weakly but nevertheless beat ing. It was still beating, weaker and more slowly, when the doctor arrived, but It did not beat much longer. Not tor one moment did the . Injured man regain consciousness. There was nothing that the doctor could do for him, nothing at all. At 28 minutes past nine o'clock that night Al Drugan's earthly cares were at an end. The women of the farm house one middle-aged, plump and gray haired, the other slender and younger hovered near the door of the room where Drugan's body lay. "What will we do?" the older woman asked. "You're not going to leave bim V "I've called the police," Ban nlBter told her. "They'll be here in a little while. No, they won't leave him here." It wbb in a police ambulance that they took Al Drugan back to Tremont. But when the am bulance arrived at the farm house, besides the driver and bis assistant, there were three other passengers. McNeal was among them and so wbb the police phy sician. The other man was from the detective bureau. Five minutes later another, smaller car drew up In the farm yard and Sawyer, the Post pho tographer, stepped out. He found Bannister and asked, "What's happoned? They called me at home and said there'd been a bad accident out here? I don't see any accident. What's It all sbout?" ' O ANNISTER explained briefly He had called the newspaper office at the same time he bad notified the police of Drugan's death. ' While the physician made hurried examination McNoa; asked questions. He wanted to know where the wrecked car had been found. I "It's still there." Bannister ' told him. "Just as It was." i McNeal wanted to know how Drugan was lying when they found him He wanted to know what time It was and asked a doien other questions. Bannister left Coleman to answer them and '. walked away. Presently the ambulance was on j its way back to Tremont. McNeal and the other detective climbed Into Parker Coleman's roadster Bannister rode with the Post pho tographer and they followed the roadster to the place where the over-turned sedan still lay. Sawyer swore softly aa he stepped out, surveying the wreck The headlights of the two can supplied light enough to show what had happened. The sedan had plunged from road and fallen forward, turning com pletely over. It was lying with its wheels In the air and the hill side was gashed with deep, ragged furrows, showing the path it oao taken. Some amash-un!" Sawyer ex claimed and repeated it, "Some smash-up! " He became busy Immediately, setting his camera from Its case and rummaging tor flashlight nowder. Bannister moved on to join the others. He and Coleman tried to show the detectives now Drugan had been pressed In be tween the steering wheel and the side of the car. McNeal seemed in treated in the tracks down the hillside and Inspected them with his flashlight. HB went back to look at the tracks a second time bnt be fore he did that he examined the interior of the sedan. It was large and rather cumbersome, a model six or eight years oat of date. There were some road maps in the door pocket, a piece of cloth that had been nsed to re move dust, a circular letter from a musical Instrument company, addressed to Drugan, and a can of shoe polish. McNeal. poking aboat the tip bolstered seat, suddenly drew forth an object. "Ah!" be ex claimed. "Look at this!" It was a quart bottle, almost empty of the dark fluid inside. McNeal held tiie bottle to his nos trils, removed it hastily with a grimace. "What is it?" Bannister asked. -Smell It" Bannister sniffed the contents of the bottle. K was whisky whisky that was so vile-smelling it must have been among the cheapest grades the bootleggers supply. Bannister returned the bottle. "So that's it!" he said. "Well. It he drank all that I'm not sur prised be couldn't keep in the road." Suddenly there was a roar like a gun shot and a flash of light. Sawyer, the photographer, called, "Crowd up close togther, will yon? I want to shoot another one" Bannister managed to step aside before the second picture was taken. He did not fancy his likeness appearing in the public press. Besides there were too many in the group. He turned and found Parker Coleman at his side. "Say," Coleman asked, "what are these detectives doing? Why didn't they just send someone out to bring in the car? I don't un derstand It. It was just an ac cident, wasn't It? 1 mean they don't suspect ?" . . "I don't know," Bannister told him. "I've been wondering the same thing but I'm going to find out" It was not until they were back at central headquarters that Ban nister got the answer. Then be said, "Look here, McNeal, just ex actly what do you make of all this? Drugan's death was an ac cident, wasn't it? How could It have been anything but an acci dent?" The captain's eyes were on the cigar he was lighting and be did not raise them aa he spoke. "It could." he said, "have been mur der. 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