The Henry Baker Murder Case

Broadway's My Beat, from Times Square to Columbus Circle, the godiest, the most violent, the lonesomeest mile in the world. Broadway's My Beat, with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover. Broadway, it's a tensile wilderness of steel and of stone, and the foliage of darkness is thick and unyielding.

You make circles and pretend you're not lost. You make circles and walk and try to break through, then you get the message. It can't be done. Because it's a cage, a big cage. The animal cries you heard were your own.

It's Broadway, my beat. At 10 o'clock of a bright December morning, Broadway's music shops open their loudspeakers. And Broadway wears a scrub face, a new haircut, and a flashy smile, a range to look appealing and innocent, because Broadway is on its way to con Santa Claus.

Then you gotta look at yourself in a mirror decked with Polly, and you know you're doing the same thing. So you drop a coin in the pot. Thank you Danny! It feels good inside. And then at 46th Street you'll see Potromon Mysharkoff ad-libbing his way through a crowd, but he's got a tight hand and a little guy with gentle and tired blue eyes.

All right, townspeople, all right, the party's over. So make way for me and Santa Claus, huh, townspeople? Me too, patrol my magic car. Oh, Danny, I didn't notice you in the round of my appointed duties.

And your duties? This little guy here, you see him? I see him. Hello. Hello? This little guy is crazy, Danny. Lost his marble, like Miss Sugar. You know what I mean? I'm not crazy. I'm only doing what I have to do.