The Ted Lawrence Murder Case

Broadways My Beat, from Times Square to Columbus Circle, the Godiest, the most violent, the lonesome-less mile in the world. Broadways My Beat, with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover. In summer's deep night, Broadway has gone home, the sea-saw color is gone, the riot of night sounds is still, the sleeping dream is the order of the hour, and on the streets, litter

and mist, and across the curves of city and sky a new day waits. But now is a special time on Broadway, because all of it belongs to you. So lean against the lamp post, lock your hands in back of you, and let a night die around you. And soon a newspaper will drift and be trapped

against your leg, and suddenly it will be yesterday's, because tomorrow has just happened. Where I was, police headquarters night watch, the darkness holds still a small time longer. It was this telephone and threw it a woman's socks and this matter that operate that tag is she traces card yet I think she's getting it now motherland

Is there anything yet, Daring still crying? Hello Hello When she first called in didn't she say anything you're British I couldn't understand what she was talking about if you started crying all like I make it first with the word shot Annie first of all yeah, here's the address home listed to a field-all Lawrence

Wait a minute. Give me that address. Here. Let's go, Muggaman. Try the bell, Muggaman. Huh? The bell there. Oh, sure. Now let's try it my way, huh, Danny?

All right, open up. Open up. I'll try with you. Yeah, yeah, yeah, Danny. It opens with hardly no trouble at all. Very fancy place. Tasty, classy. Come on. These paintings Danny. I'll paint chicken scratch a scratch into them.