The Margaret Royce Murder Case

Broadway's My Beat, from Times Square to Columbus Circle, the godiest, the most violent, the lonesome-est mile in the world. Broadway's My Beat, with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover. Broadway moves quickly to Main Times Coming, the spectacular spin, reverse themselves and their light is flung downward into the seekers, and the colors pinwheel on a silken cheek,

spin across a smile and move down street, and behind the plate glass the resting place, enameled oasis, two cups of coffee, a cigarette. That's the formula that conjures up a second breath, needed before going out on the street to try once more. But somehow, it's always a little too late.

The girl who just drifted by the window is gone now, lost forever. And first nightfall in the place where I was, police headquarters, going home time. Time for stopping by picking up a friend who rides the subway with you. You ready, Margaret?

I don't know how else to make you understand. You're not even looking at the picture. Perhaps you can make him understand. Oh, what's the trouble? This is Miss Royce, Danny. Lila Royce. Yeah, this is Lieutenant Clover.

Make him understand. Oh, what? Well, here, take a look at this picture, Danny. My sister, Margaret. Now, from looking at the picture, how old would you say her sister was? Oh, I'd say, Tim. Well, she's 55.

That's right. Margaret's 55 years old, three years older than I am. She's not home, and she won't ever be home again. I don't understand. You either? Well, this is the only picture she has of her sister, Nanny, and her sister's missing.

I've been trying to tell her to report it to missing persons, Bureau, and she just... Margaret's never coming home again. Why do you say that? Oh, if you knew what I knew. If you'd seen it...