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November 24th, 1950, here is the Shorty Don 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.

November night slips down on Broadway, a gust of blackness,

and at once Broadway is a neon-lighted revival meeting that screams for the joy

and the salvation. Then the happy trumpet yells and makes the music of the nighttime, ebbs into

the darkness, drifts, and die. From my window at headquarters I watched it, watched a man detach

himself from it, turn and stand for an instant in the sallow pool of light from a street lamp,

and consider it. Turn again and up the steps. And in a little while, open my door because he's been told to see me. Mr. Clover. Come in. You know all about me, don't you? Not a thing. Who are you? 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 lies?

You talked to someone else, I didn't know anything about you.

My wife, she didn't come home.

She hasn't come home, Mr. Clover.

I see.

You reported a day ago.

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