The Mary Trevor Murder Case

The rays might be from Times Square to Columbus Circle. The gaudiest, the most violent. The lonesomeest mile in the world. Rodway's might be with Larry Thor as detective Danny Cover. The wind of October begins its departure from Broadway, scatters the brown leaves of regret before it, piles them high at this corner and that,

and the mob turns up its coat collar, drifts the autumn street and looks for a friend, looks, She's only the two-hour dream promised by the theater marquee. She's warm from the other side of the plate glass windows.

And sees this, the girl with the soft fur held close to her throat, covering her face right up to her eyes. And where she was is chillness. That was October. Image and farewell. Get moving, kid.

And that evening above it, the place of no seasons, hospital corridors where I was, and detected mugging. What about it, Danny? She gonna live? Dr. Sinsky doesn't know, at least he says he doesn't know.

He knows. The girl stabbed like that. She hasn't got a chance. Mind if we sit down here in this bench and smoke? No. Just run it down for me, Margaret. There's subway guard time. The square center was ten o'clock.

Give or take a couple of seconds that he heard his screen. Local train had stopped. People getting on and off. Rush, you know. So a girl screamed, do you think the people stopped rushing to see what was the matter?

No, they kept right on him. No, Margaret. Just tell me. The guard battled his way through to where the girl screamed she had a knife in her. Yeah. Couldn't tell if she'd been on the train and was getting off or what?