The Shorty Dunne Murder Case

The most violent, the lonesome of smiling the world. Broadway is 5'8", with Larry Thor, his detective Danny Plover. Remember, night, flipped down on Broadway, a gust of blackness. And at once Broadway is a neon-lighted revival meeting that screams for the joy in the salvation.

Then a happy trumpet yells and makes the music of a nighttime. Heps into the darkness, drips, and dies. So my window at headquarters, I want to watch the man detach himself from it, Turn and stand for an instant in a salad pool of lights and a freight lamp and consider it.

Turn again and up the set and in a little while open my door because you've been told to see me. Is it called a... Come in. You know all about me, don't you? No, I was thinking to the wife.

What do you mean, not a thing? I'm Mr. Bryant. And? Well, you know about me about my wife. Why do you think I was in here yesterday? Tell you people a bunch of lines? You taught to someone else. I didn't know a thing about you.

My wife, she didn't come home. She hasn't come home at the moment. I see you reported a day ago. Yes Clara went out the other evening. I waited for a Billy's been waiting to Billy.

Three and a half going on for the second one really. Our first child didn't even get born. See why did you come to see me Mr. Bryant? The man in the other office told me.

Please find it. Please find Clara Mr. Colver. You've got to come home Mr. Colver. The man in the other office had to show you the letter here. Open it and leave it. And you see the man who broke the letter says he knows where my wife is.