A Fixed Prize Fight

Broadway's My Beat with Anthony Ross is detective Danny Clover. Broadway's My Beat from Times Square to Columbus Circle, the glorious, the most violent, the lonesome-est mile in the world, where you're safest bladders on the time of day, and even that they'll fix if they can figure an angle.

It's not a street, it's a merry-go-round, where you can't tell whether that pretty girl sitting over there and the convertible parked by the curb, should be called dimpled, but double-core. Let the street arm walk, and then I got little time to kill before I check in at the precinct station.

How so? I decided to look in at Stillman's gymnasium, where box fighters work out. Watch the kids bar a few rounds. Not a little ton. Usual bunches of two-bit gamblers and matchmakers standing around on the sidewalk outside.

And upstairs, mob a guy is watching the two practice. I see a fight manager, I know called Jack's. He sees me too. Hey, Lieutenant, you're up early today. Jack, boy, you're looking good. Hogg, Fad Denny, a habit of eating.

I hear a lot of people speak very highly of that habit, my time. Who you eat North these days? Is that a way to talk, Denny? You mean what future champions' destinies am I guiding at the moment?

Habits your way, Jack. You got a good prospect? You mean you don't know? The leading welterweight contender? The best counterpunchies since Joe Gans? The pride of Hell's Kitchen? You don't know? When the day comes that you don't have the latest sensation.

Only this time for real, Danny. Look, look, ring one. The boy in the green joys in sweatpants. He's a welterweight. He'll make the way. Hey. Hey, you don't think I know that boy? Terrible, very Rogan. I teach him everything.