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Now, from June 16th, 1951, here is the Frank Dunn Murder Case.

Broadway's My Beat, from Times Square to Columbus Circle, the gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesomest mile in the world. Broadway's My Beat with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover.

The summer evening flows gently over Broadway and the carousel sounds of the

street's carnival begin. The brazen trumpet screams calling the believers to the basement

sanctuaries at a dime of prayer. The barkers of the night shout their spills into passing

ears and the rustle of perfumed silk rides the June wind. You're shoved and pushed

and mauled, and there's no bitterness because the taste of night melts in your mouth. You ride the

rides, walk the midway, toss the hoop to win the cupy, and you try not to notice the plucking

at your sleeve, but finally you turn, your palm is crossed with violence.

You hold on to it until the man in the tweed jacket and the gray flannel slacks takes it away from

you, gives death back to the other man its owner, sprawled across the silk sheets of his bed,

the blood from his bullet wound draining the

sleep out of him. And because blood like that can stay in the reputation of an exclusive apartment

hotel, the man in Tweed makes a suggestion. I offer it in all modesty, Mr. Clover, a mere suggestion.

This can be, can be... What, Mr. Tracy, what can it be? Handled discreetly, of course. You can do that. You have the power, the know-how. Keep it out of the papers. Treat the frightful mess with velvet gloves. Anything else? I... Nothing more I can think of at the moment. Not that I can bring to mind at the snap of your fingers. That's good. Now, you can do something for me.

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