The Mei Ling Murder Case

From Times Square to Columbus Circle, the gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesomeest mile in the world. Broadway's My Beat with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover. Broadway, it's a neon-lighted revival meeting that screams with a joy in the salvation.

And it's a lonely path that sighs down into darkness. It's a fury of voices and stamping feet, or a cry that wanders and waits to be heard. It's happy alley with happy talk, or a hot trumpet plays background music for a panhandler.

However you want it, that's how it is. It's Broadway, my beat. The November trilite filtered into my office at Police Head Quarters, and I sat there looking at it, pushing away the time for the filling out of my daily report. There were other diversions.

Through the open window I watched a girl walk down the street. She wore a green silk dress that knew summer was over but didn't care. Then I heard two things, a sigh that came from me and a door opening that came from the door.

I have no wish to trespass upon a revery of delight, Daniel. There was only one man who could talk to me like that. A miniature of a man called Lee Kai. Lee Kai, professor of Oriental Art at the University.

He hadn't changed. The same black military looking jacket that buttoned high on the throat. The same patent leather shoes with spat slightly pink. And the face still is it that had been engraved on yellow shantung.

Daniel, may I presume upon you? Anything you want Lee, any time? Then permit me to read you this telegram. Is that all? You could have presumed bigger. I sure. When you have read the telegram.