The Welcome to the great detectives of old-time radio from Boise, Idaho.

This is your host, Adam Graham. In a moment, we're going to bring you

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.gratedetactives.net. Well, now, from April 28, 1951, here is the Georgia Gray murder case.

Music murder case.

Broadway's my beat, from Times the gaudiest, the most violent,

the lonesomest mile in the world.

Broadway's My Beat, with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover.

The carnival scream rises high on Broadway, carried high on plumes of neon light, and its shape is of many things, the metallic anguish of a trumpet shriek, the feudal beating against closed doors, the laughter,

bargained for, bought, paid for, under the winking girl on the spectacular. Broadway's scream

rises, shatters into fragments of glitter, prowls through the city, and finally touches you.

Wherever you are, it touches you.

For me, it was a phone call.

A girl dying, it said, from a jackknife in a diamond dance palace on

Broadway. Come to it, Danny. Maybe you can grab yourself a free dance. The welcome committee

is out. The pale girls with the scarlet streaked across their mouths and the restless scarlet

tipped hands playing in the spinning lights, reaching out for you. Someone called said a girl was hurt. Where is she?

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