The Joe Blair 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.

The No. 9 has a good hold on Broadway now, and Broadway purrs in its embrace, rubs its cheek against the cool touch, then stops fighting it. The glitter explodes, the neon rockets its scarlet into darkness, bursts into wishing stars cascades down on the happy event. The laughter hoarded during the week is spent freely now. The budgeted dreams have one kid. It's on me. It's the long night

before Monday. Give it and walk a hotel carter past a room where Gayety is registered for the night. Punvy please do not disturb sign on its door. And the room next to it the one you're looking for. Hi Danny. And it's all there waiting for you.

Detective Mugamann and the boy in one denim, separated wool shirt, sprawled in final exhaustion across the silk sheet of the hotel bed. The boy, dead of a knife-ward. Quite a party next door. You're thinking a hotel list, Claire?

Is they thick in the wall? All right, Mugamann, but what else have you got? The kid there, stabbed out of the heart. Couldn't find the knife, Danny. He couldn't even find a visitor out of the hotel manager.

They're discreet, they tell. Don't notice unannounced visitors like this kid must have had. That's why... Well just tell me what... I was going to say that so discreet in this hotel, that's why the party keeps going next door.

Nobody knows if someone did, except the manager and a couple of bellhops. What made them sit up and take notice? Kids' phone was off the hook, kept lighting a light on the switchboard. But nobody said they wanted anything.