Laugh-A-Minute Tyler

From Times Square to Columbus Circle, the gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesome-est mile in the world. Broadway is my beat, with Larry Thor as detective Danny Clover. When the trade runs blow in from the Hudson, and springtime nuzzles against Broadway, it's a season of promise.

It's the time for weather talk, and what short stops holding out for what reason against what team. The good time, the man at the orange juice stand whistles while he shall axe his coconut and chops his onion thin.

The fellow next to you at the counter gives you half his newspaper. In the blonde you met last night calls the office and tells you not to be angry. Have a smile. It's that time of the year.

No smiles where I was. Carter, where the world ends. For death is catalogued on the other side of a swinging door. Antirume to Mark. The man in vigil beside me. As soon as I read in the paper about your people finding the girl, I had to see.

I have to look at her, Mr. Clower. Mr. Clover. My doubt whether this is the girl you're looking for. Well, Mary Varden is about 32. She has dark hair that she combed straight back. I know, Mr. Dorsey.

We've got missing spurs now, aren't we? For a week you've been coming here. And the color of her eyes is blue. She's a very lovely person. Yes. Mr. Clover? Mm-hmm. This girl. This girl they're going to show me now.

Not identified. Found in a cheap room. Asphyxiation. Bultigaspex, sure. Probably accidental. What would Mary be doing in a cheap room? I'm trying to tell you. Well, please. Please, I have to see her. All right.