The Lt Jimmy Hunt Murder Case

Broadways My Beat, from Times Square to Columbus Circle, the godiest, the most violent, the lonesome must mile in the world. Broadways My Beat, with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover. It's a mob and a big voice that darts from doorways and screams in your face, then scurls off into the quiet streets.

It's a panic and neon, or misery and packaged pleasures or commodities, sometime on installments. It's a place that dares you, one way or another, it'll rocket asleep. It's Broadway. Might beat. Early on a January morning, you get up and turn on the heat against the cold of the day.

Then there's coffee in the newspaper, the warming things to buffer your shivering at the plot of going out into your own world. I didn't have it that good. I didn't have time for the coffee in newspaper.

A call came. It said, get down to St. Anthony's Hospital. I did, and the none of the information desk said, Sister Angela was waiting for me right over there. Sister Angela? Yes, you're from the police. I'm Danny Clover, headquarter said there was some trouble about a man dying. About Jimmy's dying. Jimmy Hunt, please this way. Jimmy was a

patient here at the hospital? Yes. And he died. Then I don't see the police. I mean... The manor in which he died, Mr. Clover, Father Plarit has said it must be reported to the police. Jimmy committed suicide with the steak knife of his food tray. I see he was that sick. No, no he

wasn't Mr. Glover. Jimmy had been a soldier. He fought in a war and he was having trouble forgetting about it. That's all that was wrong with Jimmy. This is the room. This is Mr. Glover father from the police. Mr. Glover father.