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dot Great Detectives dot net. Now. From November twenty fourth,
nineteen fifty, here is the shorty Don murder case.
Speaker 2: Broadway's My Beat from Times Square to Columbus Circle, the gaudiest,
the most violent, the lonesomest mile in the world. Broadway
is My Beat with Larry Thor as Detective Daddy Pilver.
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 a
happy trumpet yells and makes the music of the nighttime,
heaps into the darkness, drifts and dies. From my window
at headquarters, I watched to watch the man detach himself
from it, Turn and stand for an instant in a
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.
Come in. You know all about me, don't you not
a thing? What do you mean, not a thing? I
mister Brian? And do you know about me? About my wife?
Why do you think I was in here yesterday? Tell
you people a bunch of lions. You talk to someone else.
I didn't know a thing about it. My wife she
didn't come home. She hasn't come home. At the clothes
I see you reported the day go yes, Clara went
out the other evening. I waited for a Billy's been
leading for Billy three and a half going on four.
The second one really our first child didn't even get born.
See why did you come to see me, miss Brian?
The man in the other office told me, please find
Please find Clara, mister Clover. She's got to come home,
mister Clover. Because and then in the other office said
to show you the letter here open to the reader.
As you see. The man who wrote the letter says
he knows where my wife is. He says, his name
is short. He done, and he says, come to the
Apollo Hotel. What does that mean? And bring money. That's strange,
says come to the Apollo Hotel, but it's written on
mission house stationer and drink money. That's why I came
to the police again. Although I am worried about my wife,
I have my head about me. You police, you'll find
the Clara and you'll come home to us. Then you
fellows are good find it. Suddenly the spill of words
stopped flowing from him, became a moan, became the flipper
of the helpless, its component parts defy. It's a shame.
This was the universal currency of men who must bake
to appease, hundred to barker dignity. To blot out this
sudden emptiness. I told him, I check on it, Try
to find his wife for him, talk to the man
who had written the letter. He accepted the arms I
had given him right away. The Apollo Hotel stands on
the corner of the bowery and sells men's sleep at
fifty cents a night. You walk up a flight of stairs,
the grit under your feet screeching your presence, and at
the landing at desk moist for the sweat of hands
that have bargained across it. In the back of it,
the man with the green eye shade, the broken, restless fingers,
the vendor of sleep, go away, will full of every
but in the house. I want Shorty done? Is he here?
Speaker 3: He talked like you got a right to watch?
Speaker 2: Somebody police?
Speaker 4: Yeah? I know, you know how I know.
Speaker 3: Because I'm sensitive to the sounds feet make on my stairs.
Speaker 2: But now looking up I can tell.
Speaker 3: Is it a rummy, a whino, a bum A cop?
You want Shorty man?
Speaker 2: Yeah?
Speaker 3: Imagine that shot.
Speaker 2: He finally made it.
Speaker 3: Somebody wants him? Come on, bed twelve distressing?
Speaker 5: Ain't a policeman? Will A man comes in here for
four bits worth of sleep and something.
Speaker 2: Won't let him. It bothers him.
Speaker 3: You'd be astonished how it bothers me. Yeah, bed twelve
shortly done? Hey, Shorty, Hey, wake up today? A miracle
to see you got to visit it asleep, right, Shorty? Well,
what do you know about that?
Speaker 2: I can't hear you. Kenny look at him like a baby.
Speaker 3: The jackknife in his heart finally brought.
Speaker 2: It to him. Yeah you wanted him.
Speaker 5: Policemen take him away so I can sell his bed
all over again.
Speaker 2: That's how it was when the stir was created in
the Apollo Hotel. Bowery Winer was murdered at a respect
actable housewife disappears. What element is common to both? Consider
now the letter to mister Brian written on Mission House stationary,
tenth Avenue. Go there and the man is standing there,
smiling and waiting for you to come to him.
Speaker 6: My name is Paul Foster. You're welcome here.
Speaker 2: Thanks. I'm Danny Clover Police. I hope there's no trouble.
I'm trying to get some information about it. Man.
Speaker 6: So many men come in here for hot meat or
shoe friendliness. When we feel it, we'll be accepting a newspaper,
little thing, sometimes even a job. Mostly we try to
give away dignity.
Speaker 2: I know people do wonderful. Thanks.
Speaker 6: What man, did you want to ask me about Shorty?
Speaker 2: Done?
Speaker 6: There's nothing I can tell you it's starting about Shorty.
Of course I can show you a written record on him.
He's been rehabilitated about seven times, which.
Speaker 2: Is about normal. When did you see him last last night?
Speaker 6: It's very late we had no bed for him.
Speaker 2: He slept to be Apollo Hotel.
Speaker 6: I'm glad he did. I give him a half dollar
to find himself for bad. I'm glad he used it
for that.
Speaker 2: He was found stabbed to That's a pity.
Speaker 6: It's gotten so that when I hear of death. Well,
the lives of these men are a pity. They're dying.
Speaker 7: I don't know what.
Speaker 6: To say anymore.
Speaker 2: He wrote a letter before he walked out of goodness.
Speaker 6: That's right, he did.
Speaker 2: He told me it was very important.
Speaker 6: And I give him the station you're in enough stamp
to send a letter facial delivery.
Speaker 2: Do you know anything else about him?
Speaker 7: Not much.
Speaker 6: There's a bar down the street gold Is. It's called
shortly swept out and whatever else needed to be done,
and places.
Speaker 7: Like bad you might try there. Stabbed to death, it's
a pity.
Speaker 8: High looker, And I speak as a lady who's had
lookers look at her before. Your Goldie, the one and
only Chintz called me that because I got a heart
of gold deeps the match what left them pure gold.
My dowry is some lucky jimie. You want to marry me, looker,
I've been searching.
Speaker 2: For the likes of you. I told me it's a mission.
How short it done work here? Sometimes Goldie shut up, lover.
Speaker 8: Listen, that was our song. Showed his mind, Minnie Kaper
re cut to that he's dead. You didn't need to
tell me that I knew about him. The gints brought
me word the lap of my beer and give me
the world. Tell me about him, your relative, police Clover,
That makes your relative short He was an old friend
of yours, nice fiancee. Many days stood right there at
the bar rail, just where you're standing, proposed to me
on bended.
Speaker 2: Kne But you didn't marry him Shorty.
Speaker 8: That no good. I take it back, I bite my tongue.
There were a lot of nice things about Shorty, like
what what's the way? He'd buy me a little present
sometimes from the empties I gave him to self.
Speaker 2: He worked for you, You paid him.
Speaker 8: That wasn't work relative for Shorty. It was a labor
of love. I had to forced my empties on him.
Speaker 2: That's how he lived, bought a place to sleep, something
to eat.
Speaker 8: Oh my, Shorty had other sources of income, like what
like Joe the junk man? Shorty sold him thing is
he found in the trash cans would be surprised the
things people throw away?
Speaker 9: You lovel?
Speaker 2: Where do I find? Joe?
Speaker 8: Over a nine toward the river? Have one on the house,
Danny Well.
Speaker 3: Goldie goes in the back room.
Speaker 2: Crash, your name is Joe?
Speaker 6: Who are you?
Speaker 2: Joe? Pretty late? Answer Joe. It's almost eleven o'clock.
Speaker 10: They junk at all all us they stay here and
sort it out.
Speaker 6: Who are you?
Speaker 2: Danny?
Speaker 1: Pover?
Speaker 2: Police got junk on your feet? Joe, busy on your feet?
Stand up. I want to talk to you.
Speaker 10: Better get you eleven o'clock.
Speaker 11: Jolly's this way.
Speaker 10: People got to stand when they talk to you.
Speaker 2: I want to talk in your backyard? Or mind? God?
Did you know already done? Did I know him?
Speaker 9: I know him?
Speaker 2: He's been murdered, so you know anything about it? Look
to me, short he was bottles. He brought bottles and
I paid them. All.
Speaker 10: It means to me that short he is dead, that
I'm going to have to find someone just as good
a bottles.
Speaker 2: That's all. What do you want for me? What I
got here is junk? Who brings it here is junk?
I heard Shorty hang up a question. He held out
his hand on corners. Who knows what corners He slept
in doorways, he slept at the mission house. He slept
Those tenements over there, overwhere, two of them right over there.
Speaker 9: You can see them if you're stand on your toes
and look over the fence.
Speaker 2: Deserted, condemned. You know, our tenements get like people.
Speaker 12: Get Danny over here, muggling.
Speaker 5: If you had an answer that I wouldn't have known
it was you shape shadows, something left over.
Speaker 2: Let's go.
Speaker 5: You're looking for something, Danny in this tenement.
Speaker 4: That's why you.
Speaker 2: Called me, Uh huh.
Speaker 5: If it's not asking too much.
Speaker 2: Something that will help me find Shorty Dunn's murderer. Well,
something you may have black slapkil Sometimes a man told
me look for it, muggling. Okay, Danny can take these rooms.
I'll go down the hall.
Speaker 4: Yeah, Danny, I here fo something.
Speaker 5: Not what you expected, Danny. No, she was strangled. See
the flash shows up the marks on the throat. I'd
say she's been here a night, maybe more.
Speaker 2: Anything else? Yeah, this person I found laying beside it,
helping it.
Speaker 13: Yeah, the compact, the stick, tissues, the wallet, no money,
the picture of a little boy, identification card, says Missus
James Brian nineteen forty six, where stounded in forty.
Speaker 3: Six case of accident.
Speaker 5: Notify James Bryant, Danny, Huh, isn't this the missus Brian
was reported missing?
Speaker 2: The won her husband. Yeah, that one.
Speaker 5: She was here all the time.
Speaker 13: What do you know about that?
Speaker 8: What do you know.
Speaker 2: You were listening to? Broadways might be written by Morton
Pyen and David Breath, Becaun Starry, Larry Thorr as Detective
Danny Polberg. There's a time on Broadway when the street
does not yet come into its own, the empty hours,
the useless hours between dawn and noon. The Broadway scrupt
its sidewalks, tries to sweep the hours away, to file
them in the gutters dies. The unlighted neon checks the
sleeping masses of the spectaculars longs for the time of darkness,
but the daylight clings. You must find a way of
rejecting a kid rushing, because what kicks are there when
the sun shines down except this item, maybe the item
of the paper you picked out of the trash bit
missing woman found it says in condemned tenement, murdered, and
this one derelict stabbed to death in plophouse that'll hold
you kids in the nighttime, sure as well. And at
headquarters a man comes in oozing with information. You know
that because he tells.
Speaker 14: You, I'm oozing with it, Danny.
Speaker 4: The bits and pieces I got.
Speaker 2: For you, you'll give them the man.
Speaker 14: Naturally fucked piecemeal. First, Detective Muggavin has even now picked
up mister Brian. They are on their way to the
morgue to identify the deceased.
Speaker 2: Well, tell me the rest of the way there, hunt,
if you promise to let me keep up with you,
I promise.
Speaker 14: And second, and the person of the decease, surely done,
was found twenty dollars, undoubtedly from the purse of missus
Clara Bryan.
Speaker 2: Go on.
Speaker 14: Thirdly, our boys have checked with the manager of the flophouse.
He tells them a guy he could never describe for
the bed at his hotel registered as Joe Jones, slept
for a while next to Shorty, got up, walked away.
Nobody knows where, Nobody cares except us huh Dnny for
what else, Hey, Danny, not so fast? What else is?
Speaker 4: Fourth?
Speaker 14: Three, a list was found in Missus Bryan's purse. It
appears to our experts to be a shopping list. It
all appears to me also got naturally gives me I
had so intended. H It's not necessary for me to
go in with you, Danny, into the morgue.
Speaker 2: It spoils my day.
Speaker 10: You can go back to thanks, Danny.
Speaker 2: Oh, not to me. The spectacle of death on a
flat lit by a single bow. The chill wind that's
built into the morge rocked the light gently, and they appeared,
each in his turn, a policeman, a dead woman, her
husband stark. It needed another quality, not another spectator. I
left now there was a list. Missus Bryan had intended
to visit four places. Ten cents store on a side
street off Upper Broadway, a lending library close by a
place called Mildred's Beauty shop, the doctor Johnson. Whether she
had gotten to these places or in what sequence, I
didn't know. I had to find out.
Speaker 4: Yes, sir, something I can do for you.
Speaker 2: My name's Clover, mister let me. I'm from the police, please,
that's right.
Speaker 3: Why I mean, why are you here? Is a customer?
Speaker 2: Police?
Speaker 3: I want some information I'd be glad to But what
information would I have.
Speaker 2: For the police? Did you know missus Clara Bryant, the
woman who was murdered.
Speaker 3: Yes, she was in here the other night, the night
before last.
Speaker 2: What time?
Speaker 3: Oh, I couldn't tell you that.
Speaker 2: I don't know what does she buy?
Speaker 3: Well, you can't expect me to remember that every item
I have in the store ten tens or twenty five
or a doll.
Speaker 2: Keep a tabbed from your cash registered sales. Oh, yes,
get it from the day before yesterday?
Speaker 3: All right.
Speaker 4: You are?
Speaker 3: Did you see every item ten cents of twenty five?
Speaker 2: There's a sale for four dollars and ninety eight cents.
The last item on the feb.
Speaker 3: Oh, the toy bear, the mechanical bear. I bought a
shipment for a Christmas I remember now, Missus Bland bought
one for her billy let her son.
Speaker 2: Then she must have been your last customer.
Speaker 3: She must have been. I closed at seven, But I
don't have any idea how near the closing time she left,
Not any idea.
Speaker 2: Yes, sir, the book get well caught you run this
place along? Told sometimes I asked to got another one coming.
Speaker 10: Over in the nose every four like clockwork.
Speaker 2: You will pardon me what I take my O?
Speaker 10: Listen, you asked me something if you ran this place along, that's.
Speaker 2: Right, absolutely right, all alone, that matters. And you knew
missus Clara Bryan not as.
Speaker 10: Well as I would have liked ever see her, I
mean before, shouldn't have happened to Clara. No, you've got
a point there, mister. Yes, sir, you've got a point.
Whenever Clara walked in it till the day for me
maybe lend books to myself to read at night.
Speaker 2: I wanted to do for her.
Speaker 10: You're a policeman, I thought so. The way you asked
questions very personal to the indapety.
Speaker 2: When you'll answer them because you like the way I
asked them what it did for her?
Speaker 10: You asked, how would you know about a woman like
missus Brian. I'd passed the remark she'd smile, you know
that kind of moan.
Speaker 2: At least a like one were two books instead of one?
That was all?
Speaker 10: I all forgive her a book one is anyone? She
wanted it price. She let me walk her home that evening,
but didn't take the book.
Speaker 2: That was the night before, lnswer don't cloud me.
Speaker 10: Not night before last two weeks ago.
Speaker 2: But she was here at night before.
Speaker 10: Lanswer yes to return the book. Hate that she said,
I knocked off a day's rent. She didn't take another
book out?
Speaker 2: Did she have anything with her package? Mechanical doll nothing,
just a book in herself? I noticed, go on, missus Brian.
I noticed these things every time she walked in.
Speaker 15: Here, honey the wife?
Speaker 10: Here?
Speaker 4: Did I not over that?
Speaker 8: Have a magazine? Which one's your wife?
Speaker 2: I'll tell her if I'm from the police for you,
which one's your wife? I want some information from someone
named Melbourne me what infamy about Clara Brian?
Speaker 8: Sure, I'll tell you about her. I read the morning papers.
Your son strangled? Do you want me to tell you why?
Speaker 2: That's right?
Speaker 8: Clara was attractive, she was thirty five years old and
her hair didn't need touching, had a nice figure, and
she knew what she thought of us. Had a husband
who worked too hard and came home too late. I
run a beauty parlor and it's for women. Do you
want to listen to some of them? My homises Commley's
Then they're telling her hairdresser why sometimes she's sorry she
got a divorce.
Speaker 2: Did Clara Brian know any men?
Speaker 10: You say it so gently.
Speaker 8: Women don't say it like that at all.
Speaker 3: Did she know any She loved her husband.
Speaker 8: That woman doesn't like a man to look at her.
What woman doesn't like to be insulted? But Clara always
went to her husband and child.
Speaker 2: She was in here the night before last, wasn't she?
Speaker 10: Yeah?
Speaker 4: She was.
Speaker 2: How long did she stay?
Speaker 8: Two minutes? Long enough for me to tell her we
could take her. Remember she wanted to wash and said, do.
Speaker 2: You remember what time it was?
Speaker 8: I came back from dinner about five point thirty A
little after that, abut a quarter six?
Speaker 2: One more thing? Was she carrying anything?
Speaker 4: Then?
Speaker 8: She had a book with her? That's right, she did.
She told me it was a terrible book, waste time,
and she was returning it.
Speaker 2: Did you have a toy with her? Mechanical bear?
Speaker 8: I didn't notice.
Speaker 10: Maybe she did?
Speaker 8: You want anything else? Now in your pardon me, it's
time to take missus westfall out of the oil.
Speaker 5: I'm certain of it.
Speaker 2: Missus Brian came for her appointment at six. She was
only carrying a book, nothing else. Why did Missus Bryan
have to come to you a chiropractor? Missus Brian had
trouble with her back. She didn't coming to me for
some time. Now, aches in her back came. I did
what I could. I gave her temporary relief. But do
you find a saying I cured the symptoms but not
the source of her trouble. And that doesn't tell me
a whole lot. Well, you understand, I'm not a medical doctor,
I'm a chiropractor. But I'm going to tell you his
only conjecture. All right, The trouble was here in her head,
not in her back, meaning oh, it's a very glib
word where it'sychosomatic. It's simple. Really, she was tired of routine.
She'd reached the point in life when she recognized the
fact that what she had was all that was going
to be as far as her life was concerned. She
was restless in her mind. Then, Clara didn't have the
heart to do anything like that. Clara didn't she permitted
me that to call her by her first name. I
confess it to you. She knew I was attracted to her.
Once when she left here, she touched my cheek and smiled.
She would have let me. I would have tried to
make her happy. Believe me, mister Clover. She wouldn't let me.
And that ended that. These were the four places Missus
Brian had visited before she died. When she had gone
to the beauty shop, she had a book she left
there with it had gotten rid of it at the
next stop, the lending library, then the six o'clock appointment
with the chiropractor. The chiropractor was certain she didn't have
the mechanical toy with her, and the man at the
tenth fence store was certainly sold her one. So the
store had in the last stop on the list. Go
back there.
Speaker 3: Hello, there, I see you came back.
Speaker 2: That's right. How are you coming with what? Well? You
know with the murder case? Oh that's so good, mister Livy.
I'm reading the papers.
Speaker 3: I see where you boys found a bomb in the bower.
He stabbed to death. This happened while you were looking
for Missus Brian, didn't it.
Speaker 2: You sound tired? Mind? If I look around for him?
These toys quite a collection. Do you have, kiddies? No,
I'm not married. Oh have you have you.
Speaker 3: Made any progress on the case?
Speaker 2: Some nice story?
Speaker 3: Take it with you.
Speaker 2: Maybe you've got a nephew. No, no, no, no, goot.
Speaker 3: Well what do you figure the connection is between that
bomb and Missus Brian?
Speaker 2: Pretty obvious?
Speaker 3: Obvious to you boys, not to a ten ten store
man like Oh.
Speaker 2: Like this, our technical boys tell me Missus Brian wasn't
strangled in the tenement. It's some other place. She was
killed and then brought the tenement.
Speaker 3: Do you figure the bomb killed her?
Speaker 7: Huh?
Speaker 14: I read really had twenty.
Speaker 3: Dollars in his pocket.
Speaker 2: Motive was robbery. No, that's not what happened. What happened is.
Speaker 3: I see her staring at my four ninety eight item.
Those mechanical beds, you like them.
Speaker 2: What happened is this her bum. Shorty was about to
bet down for the night in the condemned tenement. He
found Missus Brian's body, opened her pocketbook, song she was,
took her money and ran You boys, killer had just
put Missus Brian in the tenement. We watched Shorty do
all that followed. Shorty the rest of his life saw
I'm write a letter at the mission.
Speaker 3: A letter I didn't read anything about that.
Speaker 2: Killer must have seen that the letter was addressed to
her husband.
Speaker 3: Well, how did you figure that without seeing what happened
and all?
Speaker 2: That's the only way it makes sense. Gee, I don't know.
Speaker 3: I think him my theory. I too think the bun children,
You're wrong.
Speaker 2: Shorty didn't kill her. The killer followed Shorty to the
Apollo Hotel and killed him because he thought that the
reason Shorty had written mister Brian to tell him he
knew who had murdered his wife, missus Brian was an
attractive form. The mister. I really did notice funny. Everybody
else most I didn't funny.
Speaker 3: All the attention I pay the people is what they buy.
I have a living to make.
Speaker 2: How many of these four ninety eight mechanical bearers that
you ordered?
Speaker 7: Uh?
Speaker 2: Six? Funny? What funny? One? Three, four six? I was
still six here on the shelf. But that got to
do with anything. He sold one to missus Brian, remember,
But but he never took it out of the store.
That after you killed her, you put it back on
the shelf.
Speaker 3: She teased me.
Speaker 2: She looked promises at me.
Speaker 3: When I wrapped her packages for her, she tend close
to me, and when I looked at her, she'd turn
around and walk away.
Speaker 2: The other night, the other night, she looked tired.
Speaker 3: I invited her in the back of coffee. She said,
all right. She went back and scrouched down in my chair.
I looked at her. I brush her hair back from
her cheek.
Speaker 2: She's tired. A scream.
Speaker 10: Something happened. I strambled her.
Speaker 2: Broadway. It's a hunger complete for an eight feet rhythm,
spinning me off, Grab yourself a dream and dance the violence.
Close your eyes, make believe you've got your arms round
something good, cheap and clothes. What you're holding is Dot's
Broadway Accaudius, the most violence, the lonesomest mile in the world.
Broadway My Beat.
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Speaker 1: Welcome Back. Well a really good episode, some solid detective
work by Danny and piecing together what happened, and probably
with less interference from other sources than was usual. It's
also worth noting that her Butterfield was in this He
actually had doubles and neither role was the murderer herb Butterfield.
As the murderer streak is over, you definitely do feel
for the murdered woman in this case. Now of course,
you have cases where sometimes the murderer seems to have
a sympathetic motive, but in this case, pretty much the
only reason this lady got killed is that she was
a nice woman who happened to be good looking, and
some guy wanted to make something of it and killed
her in a rage. Now, on a more technical note,
the information at the end identifying the Far East Network,
which was originally established for American servicemen stationed in the Pacific,
particularly in Japan, Okinawa, and Guam, and continue to operate
till nineteen ninety one. Based on the recording similar ones
I've heard, I think this was a disc of a
rebroadcast from the seventies. All right, listener, comments and feedback
now and we start on Spotify. We're Mechanics sixty six rights.
Regarding the Johnny Hill murder case. Despite Danny's threat, the
police can't hold someone for a week or a month
on suspicion. They need to be brought before a judge
and probable cost shown within a set time, usually forty
eight hours. And this is correct, and you will see
other more realistic programs incorporate that idea that they've got
a certain amount of time before the person is going
to be released on a wret. Now, in this case,
the person who's Danny's threatening may not know this, and
it's also possible the writers didn't know it either. But
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Speaker 11: I thought everybody knew that sergeant Missus Gorman running around
with that Ralph Kane. I'm all busy, buddy. I wouldn't
have mentioned it at all if this hadn't happened. And
you say Kane had been seeing Missus Gormant for the
last six months? Is that right, mister pier In about
six months? That's how long I've seen it go on. Change,
don't be such a hog. Let Fred have some of
the milk too, beady, little the devils. Do you know
of anybody else in the neighborhood who's been aware of this,
mister Pearson, I mean Missus Gorman and miss Ralph Keane. Well,
I know for sure that Telma White next door knows
about it. She's mentioned it to me. Kane used to
park with Missus Gorman near that vacant lot by Thoma's house.
Those were the knives that mister Gorman was working late.
Would you know if mister German was aware of this
that his wife was running around with another man. I'm
pretty sure he did, Sergeant, that's a strange part about him.
How do you know George, the man who delivers the groceries.
He just happened to mention it to me once. All right, James, right,
it's all gone. I'll run off and play. Yes, George
the grocer man, he made a delivery to the Gormans
once and heard them rowing about it. George said, mister
Gorman was very mad, talked to all that sort of thing. Well,
how about the Garman's little girl, Mister Pearson, little Nancy,
tragic surgeon. Such a sweet little thing. Missus Garman kept
her under an iron ham. Imagine the little girl is
only two years old. Missus Garman was after her with
a stick all the time. She's not much of a mother,
not the way I look at it, anyway.
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