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About The Evening herald. (Klamath Falls, Or.) 1906-1942 | View Entire Issue (Jan. 27, 1934)
January 27, 1934 PAGE SK THE EVENING HERALD, KLAMATH FALLS, OREGON 3k UNKNOWN BLOND Lou BEGIN HEM TODAW ' DAVID BANNIITER take ta h) kllM TRACT KINO, mtMn !. t kU kl avarmnrt. Baaals. . Mr I aa eataar aaS fanatr Hinmn mam. Ha warfca aa Ik ra aau wltk GA1NBY. atar faaorlar aa ka Past. AaHma tkoaa aaaBMte an JULIET ntANOa. elaaa aaa areffr aaa fcaawa a have vlaltra Kins akortlr aafoia kla Malkl tlERMAK ICtTRLACa arka mala Klna a Ifcraafaalaar lattavi aaa JOB PARROTT. aawa-aal-aal vaaSrvllta acts. It la alaa kaawa Ikat MFI.VINA DOMJITRR. Slc-aca aptaafer. kai ejaarralta with Klna rreeatlv. AL DMJOAlf, (ricaa of Klae, la roana aai la a wreekea aa oaiobll. Baaalafer aaraaaaea tka Bailee aklet to lal Jallat earn ta kla aaafa BOMB, oateaalfcl aa a caaat, aa tka tk-orr Ikat If tka Blrl bell-Tea keracll free they aaa Win sort a boat ker. Parrott la loeatea la it. Laata ' aaa a aatectlve la leaf ta krfac ttal ta Trerflont, Raaatatar fate aat tka aia wedding aletara ka fauaa la Klaara bedroaaa, wrese It.. Mddreaaea It aaa aroaa It la mall aaa. KOW GO OH WITH TUB STORY CHAPTER XXXI - rjANNISTER met Gainer In tfae corridor outside the detectl res' quarters. Ha asked, "Are they bare ; yett" "Dot here M mlnotee ago," Galney told him. "I was looking lor yon. McNeal's going ta let is know aa soon as we can oe him." They vent into the detective bnrean offlca, Fleming was there and another reporter. Fleming said, 1 hope this isnt going to take very long. ra got to get away from here." A buzzer sonnded then and the . man at the desk arose. He. went , to the door of McNeil's offloe and a moment later turned. Ton can go In now," ha said, motioning with his head. The tour newspaper men filed into the ad Joining room. Two men stood almost In the cen ter of the room. One ot them was slender with stooped shoulders. He had dark eyes that were round and very bright, like small, shin ing buttons. The man's face was Ballow and lined. There was noth ing about the face that suggested youth, yet he might bars been young. Any where from 25 to 44. His clothing hung loosely and was wrinkled. One arm he kept close to his side. There was a band about his wrist, fastened by chain to the wrist ot the man who stood beside him. McNeal said. WeH, Parrott, here are some newspaper men to see yon. Boys, this is Joe Parrott" - The man with the stooped shoulders said nothing. His sullen , lips twitched faintly. Gatney stepped forward. "Bow"re you," he said easily. "My name's Galney ot the Post Have a clgaretj" Parrott accepted the cigaret, held It to the lighted match that Gatney provided. "Thanks" he said, but Were was no gratitude in bis ex pression. , "Won't you tell ns aU about Mr bainey went on. "I aint got nothln' to say." the words were muttered, half-in audible. - "Oh, but you must have! You're in jam here and we want year side of the story." "I aint got nothln' to say!" Parrott repeated belligerently, "ex cept that I didnt do nothln. They're got no right to keep me here. They got no right to do it!" "Well, then," said Galney, "let's hear about it" But that apparently, was not Parrott's idea. His lips Bet in their sullen line again and did not open, aaa moments. Then Fleming vent ured a question. "Do you admit yon were here in Tremont a week ago, the night Tracy King was murdered?" he asked. StlU no answer. "Well," said McNeal from his deBk, -"you've seen him, boys, I guess there's no use wasting any more time. Take him back to bis cell, Joe." The man whose wrist was at tached to Parrott's turned. "Put out that cigaret" he ordered. Parrott dropped the cigaret to the floor and Galney stepped for ward, crushing It under his beeL "So long." he said cheerily. It was lust before Parrott reached the door that be looked back. His eyes were on Galney and Fleming. "Listen, you wise guys!" be said, 'Til tell yon this much. They ain't goln' to keep me here! .1 got friends, see? I aint goln' to stay in no JalL I got friends that will get me out of here. I ain't done nothln' and they cant prove nothln' and I ain't goto' to stay here I The detective had his hand on the door and with a jerk opened it "That'll do," he said. "Come on. Step on It" Then the door swung shut Galney gave a low whistle. "Sweet customer," he said- to Mo Naal. "Sweet gentle customer!" "We're used to them," the cap tain growled. His voice sounded weary. "What's the ' dope on nknt" Fleming wanted to know. "We're holding him," McNeal told them, "for questioning. We now he was here the night Tracy King . was killed. At least we know he was here at 8 o'clock that oight I're got witnesses to prove It We're got the stenographic record of Drugan's story that Par rott had made trouble for King. We've also got something else I'd rather not say anything about just now" 'aaa THE reportors nrged but it was of no avail. McNeal refused to ay any mora. Bannister noticed gain how tired the detective cap tain looked. Well, a strain such as he had been under for tha past week wan enough to make any on look that way. MA SCWKfr.WC "Drop In again late this after Boon," McNeal told them In part ing. "I may have something tor you." "A confession?" Gainer's grin aa ha aald It was Impish, " Tares times McNeal had predicted a eon- resston and eaoa sreaiouon aaa failed. i "No, not a confession. Now get out of here!" Bannister left the building and ' walked across town. He stopped at the Evening Post office, and ! chatted for half an hour with Jim ! Paxton. They talked about the murder and affairs at Washington ' and the fallen art ot boxing, and then Bannister departed. He ran Into two friends he had ' tnown years before and had to do some quick thinking to avoid 'a dinner Invitation. It was nearly S o'clock when ha reached head quarters again. Nothlnc had happened la his ab sence. They were stiH "working" on Joe Parrott Whatever the an nouncement McNeal had expected to make may have been, It was not forthcoming. , At 6: IS Bannister' decided to walk home. He enjoyed walking; besides the street cars wouM be crowded. He set out with long, swinging strides. It had been a warm day tor November but now the son waa out ot sight and the air growing colder. Bannister walked more rapidly and presently teat the glow that cornea from He wondered It Juliet Franca would play for him again tonight Bannister could still see her at the piano, her head bent forward slightly, listening to the notes. He eosM see the white, slender flagen moving over the keyboard. A tew bars ot the waits she bad played sang themselves through his brain. Yes. he hoped she woaM kay this evening. He would Hke noth ing better than to sit back and lis ten to such nmsle. rpWlN furrows appeared In Ban A ulster's forehead. He was re membering that the girl who had played like that the girl whose voice had been so eager when she talked ot books and plays and authors was the same girl who bad gone to Tracy King's apartment with a revolver in her handbag. He remembered (and this made the farrows peeper) that she waa the same girt who had sworn she did aot know Tracy King until police had confronted her with the tact that Denise Lang had seen them together. Then she had ad mitted the truth. Oh jes! Ban nister thoaghi, with reddening cheeks, ot the story she had told him about going to the orchestra leader's rooms to ask for a Job. It was not her deception that out so deeply It was the feet teat be had believed at How eonM such a girl how could she have drifted koto a Iowa affair with Traoy King The thought was distasteful. Juliet France didnt seem cheap. And yet what other explanation waa there? Ot course Denise Lang had suc cumbed to King's wooing, but that was different Denise was a head strong child. He doubted, more over, it she knew, the difference between sonnet and a samovar. He reached a eorner and turned. The cold wind rushed at him, al most taking bis breath away. He had left the down town buildings behind and there was nothing now to break the wind. The booses on either side ot the street were low, set well back in wide lawns. Ban nister began to regret his decision to walk home. He had a dozen blocks to go yet There was noth ing to do bat pun his hot ejown more firmly, tun wo his coat col lar and plunge ahead. He covered two blocks, three and then tour. It was so dark now that he scarcely noticed the neigh borhood through which he was passing; He met a small boy with a dog en a leash. Otherwise the street was deserted. He encoun tered no one else until he turned a eorner two blocks from Us aunt's home. 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