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at patreon.grategotactives.net. Now from June 9th, 1951, here is the Earl Lawson

Murder King.

Music Broadway's My Beat, from Times Square to Columbus Circle, the gaudiest, the most violent, the lonest mile in the world.

Broadway's My Beat, with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover. Music When the rumor gets around that summer has begun, Broadway is beside itself with glee.

Somebody notices the sunlight and tells somebody else, and the word gets around.

It drifts across town town and a man reaches

into his closet for a hand organ, puts the funny hat on his monkey and takes a walk up to Broadway.

Just to grind out background music for the big grin. It's the time for the docksund and the

silken ankle and the flowered print dress. The orange juice is sweeter.

The canish is lighter.

The guy runs down the street screaming, I'm in love.

It's June.

And it was June under the Translux, too, a rare day. And the Times Square crowd had gathered there to consider it and take the story of it home to the little woman, dad and mom. There was a man lying in the circle of their feet. He was expensively dressed. He's dead, Danny. What happened, Muggevin? Ah, come on, come on, you people. Break it up. Come on, get going. What is it with them, Danny? What happened? I can you tell what happened? People milling around, crossing streets, going to lunch, looking at the Wannads over there in the Times building, suddenly a guy's face down on the pavement. Somebody laughs drunk, and somebody sees blood. So we got him on the pavement and them watching. Yeah. Stabbed. Yeah. Know who he is? Uh-huh. Here, wallet. Loads of identification. Yeah. Earl Lawson, Park Avenue. Earl Lawson. Earl Lawson, Stocks and Barnes. He's got a name. Wizard or something. Makes money by the buckets.

Anybody see it happen? A million people in Times Square, high noon, nobody saw anything. Nobody.

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