Night debate. Hi, this is Randy Stone. I cover the nightbeat for the Chicago Star. My story start in many different ways. This one began

in the shattering turmoil of a manhunt and ended in the quietness of the mord.

Nightbeat,

nightbeat, starring Frank Lovejoy as Randy Stone. People are always telling me how lucky I am to have a job where all I've got to do is walk around Chicago at night looking for a story.

It's a dandy little job, sure.

All you need is a pneumonia jacket, an extra set of art supports,

and a goodly supply of penicillin,

and you're all set.

The city at night, fascinating.

That old nose for news, frozen stiff and ready to fall off.

Those eagle eyes so watery and bloodshot from the wind they

wouldn't serve a self-respecting canary. Yes, sir, it's lovely work if you can get it,

and brothers and sisters have I got it. I guess I was just bitter. I'd walked from the

loop to the near north side waiting for a story to tap me gently on the shoulder

and so far it was no hits no runs and no errors the streets

were empty everybody was home hugging a radiator and then far away I heard that

lonely blues in the night sound, a police sign, and then another, and another.

Then it seemed like there was a whole chorus of sirens singing about what a cruel, cruel

world it all was.

And then one siren separated itself and the rest we came closer,

a prowl car coming down the street, stopping just a few yards away from me,

and a police officer jumping out of it with hering to a call box.

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