The Joan Stanley 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 as detective Danny Clover. When its evening and the summer moon starts its circle over Broadway, the mob scurries to its favorite cooling places.

The bars fling wide their gates to let enter the kindly folk with thirst. The orange juice stand as oasis in the middle of concrete desert. to be noted, vision of wiener, bagel, and the waitress for the delicate air, and below all of it, subway islands where winds are blown down the tracks on a voice of steel at screams,

and behind it, alley and hand out a warm beer through the tear in the screen. New evening on Broadway. Have it. And at headquarters, last trip to water cooler on your homeward way out the door. The door is open for you, two men, Dr. Sinsky and the man who protests.

What you bring in here for for a chat Consider it a privilege mr. Nelson that you are in condition to chat Is it down? No, if the doctor wants you to sit mister. He probably thinks it's a good idea Okay Now what so nice job of patching up wouldn't you say so Danny?

Of course, you can't see most of the damage. Oh, I'm sorry. Yeah, mr. Nelson lieutenant clover. It worked you over mr. Nelson. I I don't know what you're talking about. Here's the report that goes with him, Danny.

Mr. Nelson was picked up, draped over a garbage can and an alley back of Third Avenue. What's this mean, Dr. Cinske? The handwriting or the terminology? Just breathe it to me, that's all. Yeah, I know.