Speaker 1: Welcome to the Great Detectives of Old Time Radio from
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to Patreon dot Great Detectives dot net now. From August
twenty sixth, nineteen fifty one, here is the Elizabeth Price
murder case.
Speaker 2: Broadways might Be from Time Square, the Columbus Circle, the Gaudius,
the most Violent, the lonesomest mile in the world.
Speaker 3: Broadways might Be with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover.
Speaker 2: The time comes to Broadway when the August Night summons
its mists, it's trumpets, it's banners of Neon departs the
avenue littered with its conquests, and the defeated, The once
brave revelers gather in the draining light of the spectaculars
to compare wounds to grub. In the now asylum gutters
find only the refuse of pay, the neon stained memories,
the scraps and bones of illusions. And you tear up
the embrace of your own shadow. Try to move away,
but you can't. You belong to it, kid to all
of it. And at headquarters stack the violence of the night.
Passed in a neat pile on the left hand corner
of the desk. Check the drawers for a cigarette for
the road, find none, Turn out of light, with no
last look around, Open a door, close it. Walk a
corridor whose walls are moist now with the first thin
coat of dawn. And where it turns here a voice,
and in it a quality that a policeman hears in
his sleep, a voice tuned the whittle to penetrate shock. Listen,
don't worry, may walk to You'll be your life. Lady,
you just come with me. What's you know this? Lady
dan Is?
Speaker 4: She wanders in off the street, says she's looking for help.
She saw the police.
Speaker 2: I want to go home.
Speaker 5: Take me home.
Speaker 2: Someone, don't be frightened? Will I hate it?
Speaker 5: Ugly and dirty? And they laugh at a woman when
she all I wanted was to make friends. I bought
new things, paid their way. Why I shouldn't have to
pay the things back?
Speaker 2: Homeless? Where is your home?
Speaker 5: Miss They say that missus Bryce, That Elizabeth, she's a
deep one, more than.
Speaker 6: Meets the eye.
Speaker 5: You could like marsh fires with.
Speaker 2: Where do they say that, missus Bryce?
Speaker 7: In Vermont?
Speaker 2: In the village.
Speaker 6: When I walk down.
Speaker 5: Main Street to shop put in provisions, I hear that
whisperers so loud.
Speaker 2: You'll be all right, lady.
Speaker 4: You are now with Danny Clover's hands and for an
out of town a loss.
Speaker 2: Unhappy? Please please, that's strong.
Speaker 5: Pill happened my first kid.
Speaker 2: Sure quickly water Roger your personas Price, give it them
hold on so tight. That's it. Yep, that's please. Yes
to me, thank you? What if you are anything, give
it to it you know? Oh sure, sorry, missus Price?
Here h cool, go.
Speaker 5: Ahead, perfect a pale. Don't look like that. There's nothing
to be afraid of.
Speaker 6: It happened of from these attack.
Speaker 5: They comes.
Speaker 2: Oh, missus Price, she fainted?
Speaker 6: Shall I go up with doctor?
Speaker 2: Sisky, shall I.
Speaker 6: Why what can I do? Danny, tell me what?
Speaker 2: Nothing? You know nothing, she said, And somehow it held
the attitude of it, the lost woman never to be
found again. Dead. Now the policemen standing over the two
of us, holding a paper cup of water yellow for
the tail overhead light, and the silences scurried out of
their secret places surrounded us, and only time moved to
the big faced wall clock in the corridor. It held
held until it was imprud of the farm. The car
outside to turn the corner and sped away, the festive
car with festive people. Then I got up, and I
carried the woman to a cold room and put her
on a cold bed bed labeled for autompsey and leave instructions.
Go home, sleep, sleep, meet through with it the new day,
and return to headquarters. Return Hello's shake a hand wave
at somebody. Finally get to your office, and a report
on your desk, Elizabeth Price, honestly performed upon death by
poisoning poison. Consider that, then read on name of poison
not to be pronounced. Question mark neatly written in blank
opposite suicide, another opposite homicide, and in blank labeled remarks.
The key was found in missus Price's effects stamp Regent Hotel.
Go there and in a plush office off of plush lobby,
you get a plush greeting. Danny, Danny close?
Speaker 1: How are you?
Speaker 2: Danny?
Speaker 8: Oh?
Speaker 2: Shaw? What are you doing with me?
Speaker 6: You're kidding?
Speaker 2: You didn't hear? He didn't been whispered to you, Denny
got to be told ya, Shaw, your name hasn't been
mentioned around headquarters. Then I walked in and threw my
badge on the captain's desk. It happened, bently. What of
the way could it happened? Could it have been whispering
Danny doing here? Sean security service kid? How about that
employed by the Regent Hotel to keep the security house man?
Security service? Yeah? Do you know a woman named Elizabeth Price?
Sure checked in a couple of days ago?
Speaker 3: What about it?
Speaker 2: Dead? She's dead? Stumbled into headquarters early this morning since
she was lost, had a heart attack. She took a
pill out of her purse poison, A poison pill mixed
in with other pills good for or whatever. Ail. Hey,
that's dramatic, Anny. What do you know about her? A
dramatic lady from ramat I think come down from the
Rockford Coast to go dance. What are you talking about?
Come to me the other night? Want to know where
I girl could enjoy yourself in the city, A girl
forty five, I'd say, what would you say? Let's get
off at Shaw? So I give her a book courtesy
of the Region, Things to See and Do in New
York City. She tells me that's not exactly what she
had in mind what she wanted. Sure, Missus Brace, who's this?
I'll take that? Called what I said, I'll take it. Hello,
who's this? There's the police with Danny Clover. I asked
to speak to Missus Price. What's the word, chriss?
Speaker 6: I'm her steps on, I'm Johnny Price. What's going on?
Speaker 2: Where are you calling from Middlesex Vermont? Look what you answer?
My mother's had an accident, Johnny, get down here right away.
Action got the next train. Johnny ask at headquarters for
Danny Clover. Poor kid. I don't know he did that?
Real will? What else about Missus Price? Shaw? What else
is nothing? What else is? Yeah? There's a fact that
I ranged an appointment? Was there for the hotel? Literary
tweak you. I'll get back to you Shaw. They go
outside the go a boy, I'll get it when I
finished up. Polease, mister Miller, open up. Please? Why I
thought you were a room service friend. A little strategy
I use make them leave the mess kid outside the
door saves me scrounding in my pockets for a tip.
Well you want a peppermint? Life's every little child time.
Avoid embarrassment aloud. Tell me about it inside, mister Miller,
wherever it's joyful for you, come on here. Maybe you
hit the wrong room. Friend, I'm just a notary here
when I've got to sell you. Guys can get for
free like almost anything a hotel has. Daughter that makes
you better, look friend, I'm a boy fresh out of
law school, went night, studied hard the job placement bulletins,
bombed up with this with you, who I thought was
my lens tree. Why shouldn't you disappoint me like that
Elizabeth Price, that missus who asked me to call her
another name, You too, friend, He tagged you too. She's dead.
I that poison took a pill for her heart. It
didn't work like she thought. It's a way you study
these things in school. That's why you'll understand them. Only
you'll understand why a policeman works on the possibility of murder.
Lots of things about you boys, I understand. Friends, others
confuse me, like, what is a hungry notary got to
do with the dying of a Oh, let's call her
a guest. How come a house detective arranges appointments for
a notary with a woman like Missus Price Because a
woman like Missus Price glints said notary loitering under a
hotel pop tries to exchange glimpse of the eye arranges
a conference through a third party show at the hospital.
This makes it formal, a matter of pure, unadulterated business. Look,
let me finished that the roost. The old girl from
Vermont uses that she needs some papers fan, So you
called on her and did that. For there were papers
fans trustee on a farming from a last wheel and testament,
et cetera.
Speaker 6: She showed me.
Speaker 2: Only I ever got around them, bossing them with my stamp.
What stopped you, Liz? That's the name? She asked me.
That Carl is well, it says to me, let's postpone
the doll papers. Then she goes to a part of
the room where the light is more friendly on her,
runs her hand through the new upswept hairdoo, stretches a
pleat and says, any remedies for boredom, mister Millan, And
you wrote out a prescription, I started, you know. Then
she said she wanted to go someplace alone. I said,
if that's what you want, go ask the cabby at
the hotel accident. Now there is a doctor with ideas.
But whatever one of the drivers out front, so I'm
will point out the one friend give me your case.
They could help even you. Oh shut the lady you
described the very one. Where did you take her? Will
I ever forget this cap a mine has seen sights
that would chill and thrill, characters of every shape, size
and characteristic, and this lady pits of the type. Where
did the where did it go? Join on Gleenwich Village
Club Domino? She looked the type like I said, and
me still enough psychology. I know just what it.
Speaker 4: Annoyed the customers, not one annoy them how buying drinks
for whoever.
Speaker 2: All they wanted to do.
Speaker 4: Is listen to the music. Buying drinks at such a
holy moment. As for the talk, the streak phase places
for drink buyers.
Speaker 2: Years of the music sure.
Speaker 4: We got into mission, then the cats can laugh on.
Speaker 2: They told you to come in here to George's why
book friend, I explained to you twice already. Next time,
downtown downtown means cop, downtown means cop. Yeah, Well the
dame was here. See good spender like the merchandise a
lot ate drank you with glee. She left with Billy
Billy Who Billy Bailey sings here ballad?
Speaker 1: You know where is he?
Speaker 2: He ain't showed tonight, left with this woman you're telling
me about about one yesterday morning. How's he been back?
Where does Billy live?
Speaker 9: Glad to oblige, I'll write it down.
Speaker 2: For you, Billy Billy Bailey, Tell on it, man, nothing's
going to keep God. Sit here by the fan. You
all right, Billy? You know me? Banetta tem blid me.
I got a message for you. Man. Tell everybody it's
a happy time. It don't hurt hardly at off, Billy,
He get used to it. It don't hurt. What are
you trying to say, Billy? I'm talking about how it feels.
I have been a feeling it all day and can't
get to a phone to tell anybody how the man
walks in sticks a knife in you what I was privileged?
I saw the man with a knife. Who was it?
Tryat man, It's a kick, It's a kick. His body
twisted off the iron cot shuddered and lay still. The
cigarette he had been holding rolled out of his fingers, gleamed,
briefly kissed out in the leavings of an overturned shot glass,
and from the building across the street, the spinning electric
sign flung its colors over Billy's face, blue, red, green,
blue again, and Billy was right. There was no hurt
in him anymore. Billy was dead.
Speaker 3: You are listening to Broadways My Beach, written by Morton
Ben and David Breakin and starring Larry Thor as Detective
Danny Clover.
Speaker 2: No August dies in September. He's jumped a few calendar
spaces for the right. Broadway keeps on dancing. Nothing seasonal
on Broadway. It's the street that blinks color and riot
and night sounds mottled gold, and the spectacular that drips
over the pavements. Walk it, laugh at it, bloody, your
hands against it. Your name is written on gutterwater. Nobody
knows you're there, even when there's pile death Broadway mourns
with a shrug. The cold whisper of it is the
flipping of a million newspaper pages. An aggregate call him
to page three death a village singer linked with poisoning
a Vermont woman named Elizabeth Price. What else can you
do but shrug? If you're a policeman assigned to the case.
If a boy from Vermont has just seen his stepmother
in the morgue, if he has leaned against you and
you've seen his tears, there are things you can do.
Wait for him, offer him silences and sometimes talk, walk
with him, sit beside him. Mostly it's a matter of
waiting for him. I'm glad you broke me out here
to the park, mister Kober feeling better, Johnny, I guess
you want to talk about what whatever you want? But
you got your stepmother.
Speaker 6: There's nothing, Okay, there's a lot, there always is. A
boy grows up to be seventeen. It's a long time,
Is that much to tell? We've got as long as
you want.
Speaker 2: A boy grows up on.
Speaker 6: A farm in Vermont, his mother dies when he's born,
going to school, being in love with your fourth grade teacher,
and sleigh riding snow and crops, watching your father marry
again and die. How old were you when your father
died last year? I was sixteen. My father was There
was never anyone like my father. I just want to
be like him, That's all.
Speaker 1: Now.
Speaker 2: I wish I alll me what to say to you,
But it's happened before that. Other people who cares.
Speaker 6: I'm not other people.
Speaker 2: I'm me sure.
Speaker 6: I guess no one thinks of seventeen year olds as
being orphans. Orphan is being very young and not having parents.
I wasn't even supposed to cry, was I at seventeen?
Speaker 2: I'm sad of those.
Speaker 6: I want Elizabeth back ridiculous, huh, not being mature? How
else am I going to say it? I want her back.
Speaker 2: Let's go across the street, Johnny.
Speaker 6: We can have something just happening to me or alone,
nobody nothing dead words like that happened to me? What
am I gonna do?
Speaker 2: Right?
Speaker 1: What am I supposed to do?
Speaker 7: I don't.
Speaker 2: Right, Johnny, come back here. A sudden mushrooming of shock
has him shaveled a wooman thrown against the windshield, lost
in the shriek of breaks, lost in the thrill, insistent
policeman's whistled found again in the thilts of the crowd
sunned face. This drench to the color of the sun
warmed them with an instant before and the quality of
half silence. As I dragged the boy from the streets,
a sudden imposed silence to let the begging cry be heard.
Leave the boy back of the curb, hold his protecting
strength against you. Motion the policeman to hold him back.
Keep the crowd back as you leave the boy in
the squad car, take him away from the place where
he wanted his diet, and at headquarters, wait for the
man into whose gentleness you've so many times given the
care of the stricken. Wait for him. Watch the door
open slowly, tentatively, listen to the quiet voice say what
it has said so many times before. It'll be all right, Danny.
Speaker 6: Just don't look like that. I tell you, it'll be
all right.
Speaker 2: He's a kid, doctor Sensky. I had to tell him.
I I had a shower to him on a marble slab.
Speaker 9: He's a strong boy, Danny.
Speaker 2: He'll walk out of here in three hours, strong, young.
I gave him a sedative.
Speaker 9: Together, all these things will take away this much grief
from him.
Speaker 2: A pinch. You happy in your work, doctor, both of us? Danny, Yeah, yeah,
take us to the thanks.
Speaker 9: Why do we talk about Danny. There's humidity to talk about.
There's Corney Island on a hot day.
Speaker 2: There's what I've been checking on. Billy Bailey. He was
well thought of. No one wanted him dead, no one.
Speaker 9: I talked to the violin his death sorrow conversation that
never stops his flow between us and Danny.
Speaker 2: Elizabeth Price killed by a capsule that was meant to
wait to kill Danny. To take a little box of
pills that were meant to give relief from pain.
Speaker 9: Put among them a few poisonous pills.
Speaker 2: Then when they Yeah, Danny Plover speaking Henry Shaw. Danny,
get on here, Security services, the regional hotel has got
goodies for you over the phone. Haven't got time, Danny,
be good to me. Get here quick. You're going on, Danny. Yeah,
let's have another nice talk sometime a doctor. I had
a man on the shoulder, Danny clasp his palm because
I turned a new leaf and hardly show. I tell
you you hurt me down here to tell me you
found salvation. You can give it to me, Danny, and
return for the good thing I got for you last
time I saw you, last time you saw me in
my back first stood on edge because you were still
on the force. You not me get through a shaw.
It's an apology, Danny. You got to know one when
you meet one. We can't be friends. We can't get
together on this thing about how missus Price had a
visitor the first night she guessed it at our hotel.
A guy, a man carried boging shoulders right toward doorstep
comes late, saw this bright day. I beat it out
of the night play because I wanted to make a
good impression around on you or my friends in the force,
because it wasn't night. Clerk didn't ask her name, don't
remember the face, just the broad shoulders saying which way
to missus Bryce, please, I want to talk to him,
the clerk. Don't buy your time, Danny. I went over
him good, left them holding the cold compress. So anything
he's got to say, he's already told me. And I
tell you real goodie about the late visiting. Not much, ye,
we'll check up. WI leave anything else out show. I
knew it would register. You got a fine brain, Danny.
Then you'll tell me why you got miss Pryce's telephone call.
A woman like her, Danny, like missus Price. I worried
about her alone in this big alley ours. I worried, honestly.
That's why when I saw her go out that night
given order prefer calls to me? Are the only one
you took for him? Yeah? For the reason I told you, Danny.
Honest Danny, I thought a good thought. Did you a
good deed? Get him back in the forest? Huh? Help her?
What I can thank Shaw.
Speaker 4: The Evening's greetings, Danny, and don't posit get up.
Speaker 2: You know what you got.
Speaker 4: What I've got is we of the police have been
able to ascertain nothing as to what man visited the
deceased Missus Price.
Speaker 2: Uh huh what nothing? I just said? Uh huh.
Speaker 4: Such interruptions are thought scattering, Danny. We will mind this
in the future, will we?
Speaker 2: Sorry forgiven?
Speaker 4: The second matter I wish to place at your disposal
concerns Middlesex.
Speaker 2: What about Middle.
Speaker 4: Danny, Middle Sex Ver month our department which concerns itself
for checking such matters check. No record of a phone
call has been found as yet of a call being
placed from middlesex Ver month to New York City. The
last snow and phone call.
Speaker 2: From these points last June by Calvert with the little
an issue on all points. Bulletin person was wanted for
double murder a person I'd talked to. So issue his name, weight, height,
coloring all the details necessary and wait. Fidget walk down
to the corner Hamburg to stand for twenty five cent
de light with onions and coffee. Come back. Stop in communications.
After a while, behanded a slip of paper. Fugitive spotted
in Club Domino, Greenwich Village. Issue orders to stick with him.
Wait another slip of paper. Fugitive walked across the street
to Phase Place. Is being followed. Then at three in
the morning, Phase Place closes. Fugitive leaves goes to a
place one block down according to the pattern. I got
a squad car, went there. You back again, cop, he's
getting ready to close him at the corner table. I'll
sweep him out. Don't put anyone else in here, Johnny,
I'm not drinking, mister comer night huh.
Speaker 6: I would have drunk if they had served me, No
one would. We've got to talk some more, Johnny, All right,
you think you can get them to give me a drink.
I want to see what's in it, Johnny. There must
be something in it.
Speaker 2: Let's get out of here, Johnny.
Speaker 6: If there is, why do people come here places like this?
Speaker 2: All those places? Why did you kill Bailey? Johnny? I
followed them.
Speaker 6: She am drunk. They were laughing. I've never heard her
laugh like that before.
Speaker 2: That's why you killed him.
Speaker 6: Then they stopped under a lamp push and then laughed
for a long time in a cab game. She went away,
She went away.
Speaker 2: You followed billy.
Speaker 6: People who lived in places like that, like the womb
he lived in. Jerk knocked on the door and he
let me in. I told him who I was. He laughed,
he was drunk, and then you stabbed him. Oh all
right away we talked. I wanted to see what kind
of a man he was. You want to hear something funny?
What I liked him?
Speaker 2: I had to fight it. I didn't want to like him.
Speaker 6: He came over and touched me on the shoulder. That's
when I was standing.
Speaker 2: Come on, Johnny, let's walk okay, Hi, Georgie, Yeah, squad
cars over there, let's stand here. Master. I still don't
see what she wanted all this for none of the
things she did with very Johnny. You know that, don't you.
The poison tablets in your stepmother's medicine. Eventually she would
take one of them, but you didn't know when, You
didn't know when she was going to die. Then the
fake called from Vermont.
Speaker 6: You know, I thought that was clever. Long distance call
station to station. The operator never tells the other party
where the carls coming from.
Speaker 2: You put right through. You were here all the time
your stepmother was here. When she followed her, or wherever
she went, he followed her. He went to her hotel room,
try to get her to go home.
Speaker 6: You understand, don't you.
Speaker 2: Your father died, you had to take care of what
was his.
Speaker 6: My father would have done the same thing.
Speaker 2: Your stepmother didn't do anything except look for a relief
for her. Loneliness, You should have known that you follow
your stepmother, Yes, I was. You understand that too, don't you?
In the car chum, get in, mister Clover.
Speaker 6: This afternoon, you saved my life when I tried to
run in front of a Car's funny, isn't it now?
Speaker 2: It bothered me before? Johnny?
Speaker 6: You think I didn't mean to die thanks for saving
me anyhow, Get in Johnny. I like you, mister Color.
You like my father so much the way you handle me.
Speaker 2: I like it just like my father. The knight bursts
open like a sudden flame, and the crowd swarm appears,
squeezed out from under the earth, roped up by the
silhouettes of a thousand buildings. They dance their fury away
against the time of morning, until the sky soaks up
the pain and turns it into the dawn. It's Broadway,
the gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesomest mile in the world.
Broadway My Beat.
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Speaker 5: Well.
Speaker 1: Another interesting episode, and the killer was going through a lot,
and I think made the point that he just really
did not have the ability to even figure out where
he was or what he was supposed to do. But
the show doesn't treat that in a way that makes
it seem as if he's not culpable or wasn't aware
of what he was doing. Honestly, I did suspect the
hotel detective just because he's the type of person I
think we might have heard as a killer with this
sort of thing in the earlier like nineteen forty nine
Broadways My Beat episodes. But what we was a guy
I think who didn't fundamentally understand why he didn't make
it as a policeman, which is why his attempts to
get Danny to be supportive and kind him rejoining the
force really came off badly. I think he's the type
of person who thinks that using force shows that he's
a tough call. But in this case, he was using
force on someone who wasn't really a threat to show
his own powerfulness, but also illustrated that he really didn't
have this person's respect and trust to get simple cooperation.
And we can really hear right from the start that
Danny does not like this guy, does not respect him,
and it's all Danny can do to keep himself at
the level of thinly veiled contempt. Well, now we turn
to listener comments and feedback, and I have an email
from Derek who writes it occurred to me today while
listening to Broadways My Beat, the different reactions we get
to murder. Dragnett is almost cold and distant, stating the case,
the results they found, and rarely the victim's family. Broadways
My Beat has over dramatized reactions by both the police
and family. Vile Ovance here's the word murder and almost
gets giddy along with the police. While I can pick
and find faults with each, the fact that they are
so different is what makes me like each program for
what it brings. Thanks for helping us remember these forgotten gems. Well,
thank you so much, Derek, and I think the way
that Death's approach tends to be a part of each
series overall tone. I mean, I guess you could put
it on a content you have on one end, Filo Vance,
which is trying to be a sort of puzzle mystery,
and Broadways My Bait with the very lyrical sort of
way of storytelling, is going to have an entirely different
reaction With Dragnet. I think it's a bit more mixed.
They can react, although it's not going to be over
the top or anything, when they encounter a killing that
particularly horrifies them. An example of this would be the
killing in the big Blast. By not having a bigger
reaction to every murder, it does a lot to preserve
the show's credibility when there is a murder that leads
to more of a reaction. Then we go to Spotify
and regarding the David Blaine case, Mechanic sixty six says, well,
that was dark. And then we also had a question
over on YouTube. This one comes from Jeffrey, and this
is on the episode the Joe Gruber murder case. Quite
the worldly, grown up acting seventeen.
Speaker 6: Year old girl.
Speaker 1: Girls thought of marriage so young back then. Well obviously
not every girl was exactly like this character, but she
was given a certain portrayal and characterization, which, you know,
in terms of the fact of considering marriage was not
at all uncommon. The medium age for a first marriage
for young women back in the fifties was twenty to
twenty one years old. This could particularly be common if
a young woman wasn't going to call now young men
their marriage age was a little bit higher, kind of
in line, generally about twenty two or twenty three throughout
the same period. But thanks so much, Jeffrey, I appreciate
the question. Now it's time to thank our Patreon supporter
of the day, and I want to thank Jen, Patreon
supporter since December twenty nineteen, currently supporting the podcast at
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dragging that.
Speaker 7: Where I saw the old lady grabbed the little boy
pulling next tour. It's an awful thing. We trucking them
both together. It's funny the things you notice. Boy was
carrying a little box of candy. I heard this terrible
thud when the truck hit them. I looked and the
candy was spilled all over the street. Just couldn't help,
but I got sick to my stomach.
Speaker 2: Yes, ma'am, I can understand.
Speaker 8: How about this truck that ran them down? Do you
think you'd know it if you ever saw it again?
Speaker 7: I'm not sure I think I might. Yes, it was
one of those delivery trucks, you know. I think you
call it a panel truck. It was a light tan
color all over, and there was black lettering on the side.
Speaker 8: Could you make out any of the lettering at all?
Speaker 7: Well, I think there were three or four words painted
on the side, and I know one of them was bakery.
I'm sure that.
Speaker 2: Did you recognize what make a truck it was, ma'am?
You're the model?
Speaker 7: It was a late model, I'm pretty sure of that,
either a Chevrolet or Ford. I'd say one of those
regular delivery trucks like some bakery's hues.
Speaker 2: Sure about that word?
Speaker 7: You saw letter on the side, It said bakery, Yes,
I'm positive with that. Know anything else.
Speaker 8: Out of the ordinary that you might have noticed about
the truck, ma'am, Anything outstanding that might have caught your eye?
Speaker 7: No, I'm sorry. So that's about all I can tell you.
How is the old lady? Do you know? And a
little boy? Could they tell you anything?
Speaker 2: Yes, ma'am.
Speaker 8: The woman's dead. She was killed instantly. They've taken the
youngster over to join the street receiving hospital. Afraid he's
in pretty bad shape too.
Speaker 7: Terrible shame, poor lady. She lives right here in the neighborhood,
you know, seeing her shopping in the market next door
here Saturday afternoon. It's just tragic. Boys or grandson.
Speaker 2: You know.
Speaker 7: Somebody said he was down visiting her for the Christmas vacation.
Seemed like a nice kid, well behaved. She seems so
proud of him. It suld be a sad Christmas for
the family.
Speaker 2: Just one more question, man, When the boy and his
grandmother were crossing the street, would you say the visibility
was good?
Speaker 7: I mean, is there any reason why it would have
been hard for a driver to see them? No reason
in the world, officer. It's a clear night. You can
see how well the intersections lighted up, all the Christmas
lights strung up along here. The lights from the theater
Marquee was just as well lighted then as it is now.
I see, the intersection was perfectly clear, no other cars around.
The boy had a white sweater on. The old lady
was wearing a light colored certainly easy to see the
traffic light too, It said, stop, I can't understand why
that driver didn't see him.
Speaker 2: Neither can Wait, how.
Speaker 7: Could anybody do such a thing? Just isn't any excuse
for it? No excuse in the world. It's downright murdered.
Speaker 2: Maybe that plains it. That's why I keep going.
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