January 22, 1934
THE EVENING HERALD, KLAMATH FALLS, OREGON
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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. A murder cleverly planned
to look like an accident"
(To Be Continued))
OUT OUR WAY
Bv J. R. William.
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able as a harbinger of spring:
many of these birds do not go
south for the winter, provided
they can find plenty of food and
a well-protected shelter.
General Westover, In a bal
loon race, went 16,000 feet
straight up and then came down
on the Bame bridge from which
be ascended, at Birmingham,
Ala., in 1921.
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