The Johnny Hill Murder Case

Broadway's My Beat, from Times Square to Columbus Circle, the gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesome must mile in the world. Broadway's My Beat, with Larry Thor as detective Danny Clover.

Broadway takes its nighttime out of the river. The autumn mist rise from the water, scurreled down the furious avenues of the city, moist in the shadows. And for an instant Broadway is stunned. Night has come too swiftly.

And suddenly November, the people of the time clock go home to dinner in darkness. And I watched it from my window at headquarters, the crowd, fragments breaking off here and there, the triads luck in their store way and that.

Wipe my hand across the frosting glass and considered it. That's why I didn't hear the man when he came in. Huh? Man's lying dead. Who are you? What are you talking about? I'm Finch. Room service.

Hotel hadn't. Finch. What are you trying to tell me about a man lying dead? The penthouse Hotel hadn't. I walked into the living of the drinks. You know that the drapes were drawn. You know that the spread had not been drawn back.

You know that he hadn't taken off his shoes. I know that he was dead. How could you tell? He didn't move when I tapped him on the shoulder. He didn't breathe. Either in here or exhale.

That's being dead. And you notified the manager? Did you hear me say I did that? No, of course you did. I am reporting a director to the police. So it'll be on the records that I found the man. Finch found him. Finch.

F-I-N-C-H. Alan Finch. You'll tell the papers that. Yeah. Danny Clover speaking. I'm assigned Danny. Gorgeous, came in. Where? Handhouse. Hotel hot. You gonna take it? Right away to Tuglia. Finch. F-I-N-C-H. Alan Finch. Don't forget it.