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

this week's episode of Broadway's My Beat. But first, I want to encourage you if you're

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But now, from December 15th, 1951, here is the Lucille Baker murder case.

Music Baker 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. From somewhere beyond the threshold of neon, the happy holidays beckoned to Broadway,

and the wilderness of plastic and chrome dons its ribbons of tinsel.

Garlands of Evergreen are hung against the shriek of subways,

and behind plate glass, puppets with shrewd mechanisms perform their frenetic dance. The metallic music flows out of the horns of loudspeakers.

The women walk slow, sway gently to its holiday rhythms.

And everywhere the image of gaiety is reflected in spangles that whirl on winter's wind.

So paint the grin across your mouth, kid.

It's the merry time.

And somewhere within it, a phone call, a drunken voice that plead you into a desolate wind-littered street,

into a tenement scarred with shadows, into a room also desolate. A man sprawled on the floor in

drunkenness, his arm flung toward the woman who lies away from him, his fingers reaching,

trying to touch her dead face, and the other man who clings to your lapel has waited there

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