The Helen Selby Murder Case

Broadways My Beat from Times Square to Columbus Circle, the gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesome-est mile in the world. Broadways My Beat with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover. In the cold of winter, Broadway is seen through a misty chill, and it's that time again.

Make the big wish, Palm Beach and the 15-day tour at a sunny Cuba. Make the annual excursion to the travel bureau to ask prices. Then step next door again and purchase the steaming canesh against the blast of January.

And the next door down, stand under the music shop loudspeaker, listen to the record of La Cucaracha. Button up your overcoat, walk Broadway. It's touched you, and it can never rub off. And just off Broadway, 11 o'clock in the morning time on West 39th apartment house in this, with attitude of hand against the floor,

trailer blood upward to girl on bed, shot and dying, and this, the doctor bending over her. And in the living room, this, the protesting man. Who are you calling a killer, Mr. Rine, though killer?

I'm a mover. Mr. Barnes. You want an item of furniture move, the sticker, a house load you call me and I come with my truck and I move you. You want a killer girl, you should call somebody else, not me, Mr. Listen, why should I?

Nobody called you a killer, Mr. Barnes. I'd just like to know how you happen to find this girl. That's all. Yesterday comes a call. I got a big ad in the yellow section of the phone book, a picture of my truck and all.

Well yesterday comes a, oh, take your time. I've stumbled on some strange things in my line of work, Mr. Love. Like the time I was moving some- Well just tell me about this morning. You got a call.