The Mary Smith Murder Case

Broadway's My Beat from Times Square to Columbus Circle, the gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesome-est mile in the world. Broadway's My Beat with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover. When the winter moon dips low over Broadway and hides again behind the scutting mists,

Broadway is numbed, the years ending is too swift. There's too much night time in December as if the dimness of the subway had moved one One flight up, as if the lights were not quite lights, but yellow things that drain off into shadows.

It's a time of the muffler, a hurry up, the time of the wind. The dreams are dying, and it's a long while before April comes again. The place where I was, also one flight up above the street of the tired apartment houses and hotels.

The avenue leads to anybody on the premise that home is any place for the rent is cheap, hotel savannah. The man who walked beside me and explained it all to me. After all, Lieutenant, after all, what?

The do not disturb sighs and hang down in front of a door all day. And here it is almost midnight. So, a place like this, ran the room for 350, pulled out the old pills, weaved the world to its own sorrow.

Mr. Van has gotten quite a reputation for him. Oh, this is the room. That's how I found her, right down the bed. I could tell right away she wasn't a suicide. That bullet hole, no gun, boy, she took the room yesterday, registered as Mary Smith.

I keep a straight face as long as the payment is made in advance. Even she didn't have luggage, so what? Quite a few of my friends have not a presentable suitcase to their names. What about her visitors?