The Harry Moore 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, the exciting drama of people who walk the great white way, with Larry Thor as detective Danny Clover.

The miracle of June slips down over Broadway like a golden gauze, and the street slows down for the burst of sun. It's the time of vacation schedules posted near the water cooler and the words the magic names Catskill, Far Rock Away, Atlantic City and you wonder how she'll come to you this year on a sand dune of portable

radio over the tennis bracket and golden legs or on a horse. It's the time to turn on the dream cotton candy time and carnival bleachers and hot dog with everything time. It's happened. It's here again. It's June. And in the afternoon in the E60s June gets an assist from the management. White stock and bowls on the

lobby desk, gladioli and basses on car to tables and ended abruptly at the doorway number 312 where death intruded or I was where Detective Mugamun was. His name was found here in his living room by a newsboy Danny. The kid I talked to.

Go to this apartment open. Uh huh. Looked the money for the week's paper delivery on and that table right inside the door. Kid would pick up the money, lock the door on his way out.

No money left today so the kid walked in a little way. And so, you know, about two hours, huh? Place his time of shooting around three o'clock. You know who this man is? Sure, positive identification.

Name is Harry Moore, age 41 construction contractor. No financial worries, no known enemies, no. That's a real good, Margarvon. How'd you find out so soon? His wife, she's in there. She see it happen? No, she came in here a few minutes after I got here.