The Mary Gilbert Murder Case

Broadways My Beat, from Times Square to Columbus Circle, the godiest, the most violent, the lonesome-est mile in the world. Broadways My Beat, with Larry Thor as detective Danny Clover. Broadway, it's a place to drift to because the other promises you make to yourself never happen.

It's a place where you leave your life behind and stand on a street corner beating down a scream in your throat. It's the best of a thousand and one-lights of reindeer. The place in the world where something happens to the odd side of the movies.

It's Broadway. My Beat. At 6 p.m. Broadway is getting ready for the night time. There's a feeling to it. The fury crouches in the doorways waiting till all the lights turn off. And the feeling trails down into the small streets of the feet, Broadway.

Down into the small streets and the round corners, somehow, that Friday night it stops in front of a particular house. Mrs. Brandeis lives there. Through the window you see her standing in front of a candle, a bar of seven candles, the palms of her hands pressed against her face.

You wait, then you press the bell. Dany, clover, or it's good you came tonight, Dany. Good chabbos, Mrs. Brandeis. Thank you, Dany. Please come in. Come in. Dany, you've got some news. You heard something about my song.

something about my son? Yes, that's why I came Mrs. Brandeis I will. In the parlour, there I can sit down. There you can tell me the news of my son. Your husband Mrs. Brandeis? Yes, I listened to him, Danny.

Already Mr. Brandeis is saying for our son the prayer for the dead. Please sit down. Thanks. To him, Maurice already said. He said to me, Danny, Mr. Brandeis said that no son of his was a murderer.