The John Dobson Murder Case

The one who raised 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. In the first week of the new year, Broadway's beside itself with promises.

The new leaves have been turned over, the resolution's made, the wife has been kissed in the morning. It's the time of only one martini before dinner, the high-protein diet, and let the blond stroll by without lifting your hat.

Also, it's the week of the clearance sales. Good, slightly handled and non-returnable, but at a bargain. So buy something. Live it up. It's 1952. The year the boat will come in. It's got to be the year.

And in the corridor where I was, the new year was a thing that came and went. Paced off with the quiet steps of nurses. The corridor of routine and pain. Emergency hospital. Danny? You got here first, Danny.

What's the trouble, Doc? Since you come on. Report that came with the man said his name was John Dobson. Can he talk? No. How bad is he? I'm doing everything I can in here. One thing, he's not in any pain.

There's a report over on the table with his effect. Huh. John Dobson, Park Avenue address, found in Commatil's condition in a park car in East River Drive. Motor's still running 8.20 PM. 40 minutes ago, then.

What's the matter with him, doctor? Poison. Carrying a lot of money. Over $300 in his wallet. I've got saliva samples down in the lab, Danny. Until then, I have to treat symptoms. You can't tell what kind of poison.