The John Nelson 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 with Larry Thor has detective Danny Clover. When it's June, the breeze that sticks against Broadway is straight from the geographical belt of romance.

The tropical flowers bloom in second-aven new push carts, and but 15 minutes trek away, 20 Girls 20 dance the hula like regular Hawaiians and for refreshment coconut milk from contented coconuts and t-shirts are festooned with bath-died surfboard riders and the wiener goes down well with the pyrojuice and authentic island music perfumes the air on an LP record. So take a trip to the

top of the old Woolworth pagoda, look down at it, inhale it. It all belongs to you. In the afternoon of it, what I was, Roxton Hotel and four flights up, neat room in neat hotel, and neat man groomed in necktie and smoking jacket in precise center of bed, stabbed to death, and Detective Muggerman.

Cleaning lady found him down, and he called the manager of COVID in. Who is he? Name's John Nelson, registered that way. Been living here for the last three, maybe four years. Manager's checking. The manager tell you anything else?

I wouldn't know whether any visitors today, a big hotel or no. Also, that Mr. Nelson was a quiet sort of man, no trouble. Only thing even a little bit out of the ordinary is asking for and receiving permission to hang all those pictures on the wall.

Take a look. What's this one? A tagline. Cross between the tiger and lion. How about the rest of those pictures? Elephants charging, crocodile snapping, speaking of crocodiles down. You know there's a difference between alligators.