Buddy Malpaugh and the Jeweled Scimitar

The Gaudius, the most violent, the lonesome-less mile in the world. Broadway's My Beat with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover. On the days before Christmas, Broadway dances along to Carol's that blow from sequined loudspeakers.

The kids mash their noses against the plate glass, lick it and watch. And it's all there, the mechanical clown, the tin man dancing a jig on a tin box, The toy army precisely to scale of the latest equipment mechanized, and eyes are bright with desire and hope.

The one time in the year when odds are better that dreams will come true. So make a wish on a neon star. And in the short time before Christmas, creatures were stirring at police headquarters.

There's the patter of tired feet and the sound of manly giggles as little gifts are hidden in desk drawers or poured into dixie cups or slipped under the police block. And in my office, my strong right arm sergeant Geno Tautaglio.

Oh, oh, oh. Yeah, that's good. Pretty late, you know. Couple more hours you can go home and finish decorating your Christmas tree. Indeed, indeed. Getting a lot of nice things this year, do you know?

Oh, many of the things, Danny. I guess my old cockles should be warm. Yeah, but they're not. Oh, something wrong, do you know? What I want most for Christmas, Danny, I'm not going to get I'm going to get nicks and knacks and an electric shaver and handkerchiefs and socks and ties and a curved k-woody bite that smoked my troubles away.

Sounds like a pretty full Christmas to me, you know. Ah humbug. Any what I want most is to go out and solve a crime. To me face to face the self-resirens, the hardened criminals, and to solve them the way you do.