The Alice Mayo Murder Case

The way is my beef, from Times Square to Columbus Circle, the gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesome-st mile in the world. The way is my beef, with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover. In the soft night of May, Broadway's heart beats fast.

The winds of twilight have scattered the street for their promises, have drifted back into the river, and the avenue is glimmer, and the throats of women are spangled with the quick jewels of nightlights. Their perfumed walk is promised.

The Hawker is promised that neon doorway, the Mucad trumpet, the frenzied drum that ride the trailing edge of Twilight Wind, promised. There is much to be said for that neon doorway, so dig deep for the buck kid and buy a May night. It's a chance in a lifetime.

And at headquarters the time for the sifting or courting the cataloging of the day's violence. The time for the cigarette and the coffee, cold and the wax container. Then the time for going home, stop at the open window a moment to consider the glow of nuance of a main night, decide to try it, and not know where to start.

A detective Muckerman poses a question. You going home Danny? Well not right away I thought I'd walk around a while. It's a nice night. Yeah it sure is. You doing anything? Hey Dr. Sinsky, four little while ago, said the night was made for P. Knock.

Said if we didn't have anything else we were welcome. Wanna go? I don't know. I thought I'd walk around a while, grab a bite. Maybe a movie. But it's a nice snack table around midnight.

Yeah, she does. They're fine people. Only not tonight. Tonight's the night for walking the street. You walked a million times before it till you're ready to drop. That's how you're going to rock yourself to sleep tonight, huh?