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Thanks so much for your support. Now from March fifteenth,
nineteen fifty two, here is the Gordon Merrick murder case.
Speaker 2: Broadways might be from Times Square to Columbus Circle, the gaudiest,
the most violent, the lonesomest mile in the world.
Speaker 3: Broadway is my beat with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Klover.
Speaker 2: When Broadway leaps into the nighttime. The sound is a
thing compounded of trumpet and machine and hiss and the
gaudy laugh. They melt together the noise. You get a
shock when the month is March and the rains of
spring fall softly into the riot. Shark scatters and huddles
tightly behind this facade and that in that doorway, behind
that window. The street is hurry up and get out
of the weather. The street is stragglers, is bleeding neon.
So make a phone call, find a friend. It's lonely
in the rain. There were ceiling to floor windows where
I was to enjoy the view high above the city
and look out over it, blurred now by the spinning
rain drops. The penthouse apartment and violent death on the
fortieth floor with its own private entrance and detective mug
of a kneeling over it.
Speaker 4: It's a way to die, Danny, A thirty two slug,
i'd say, shot in the back. Of course, it's frowned
on by one hundred percent sports.
Speaker 2: Where is the mugument?
Speaker 4: Name's Gordon Merrick. You know Angel Merrick.
Speaker 2: I hope he makes Angel the showbacker with a golden
touch is meant what the columnists call him.
Speaker 4: Yeah, they'll think of a better one after the night.
Speaker 2: We let's have a muggument.
Speaker 4: What happened so pretty definite? When he was shot a
hotel like this time is everything calls request for room service?
Speaker 2: You know?
Speaker 4: Merrick called down for champagne at eleven thirty and the
table service for two. Would you drink champagne alone and
a rainy night in.
Speaker 2: A place like this? Sure? For two?
Speaker 4: Waiter brought everything. A half hour later at midnight, no answer.
Walked in, saw Merrick lying there any callers of the desk,
you know, anybody could get on the public elevator the
thirty fifth floor, get off, take the private elevator to hear.
Speaker 2: No way of checking. The painting underneath him looks like
he grabbed it when he fell. I don't blame him.
Speaker 4: All I got that resembles that picture I had to
cut out of a magazine, and the taste in my
locker with Merrick. It's a life sized oil painting. Comes
the time I back a show's dying.
Speaker 5: That woman Arrow Royce, beautiful girl like I saw her
a couple of weeks ago coming out of the theater
where show was playing. I would have found some excuse
to stop her and talk to her. You know your
cars parked in the wrong zone or something. Well, work
to do, huh daddy, And through the window the pattern
of the city far below, sodden now with rain and mist.
Speaker 2: The sunken city. It's roar, muted, it's brilliant, dimmed and
sallad in the haze of night rain. Then the quick
phosphorescent gleam of neon. And only neon has the power
of flight through this darkness. All other lights are slowed,
their shimmer flows on the currents of wind. And here
and there are trapped, gathered into a blob, shapeless, blurred,
And the man on the pavements below pauses an instant,
touches a flame to a cigarette, hurries away because this
death in this place has somehow whispered into the fall
of rain. And at headquarters, the opening of a file
on the death of Gordon Merrick, the image of the
woman's portrait to whom he spoke is dying gives you
the first entry. A name Carol Royce, an address, Sutton
Place on the East River. Go there, the woman who
finally opens the door to who is wrapped in night
lace and goes well with March Torrent.
Speaker 6: I was trying to sleep.
Speaker 7: It's quite late, you.
Speaker 2: Know for me. It's late. I'm from the police. Miss Royce.
May I come in?
Speaker 5: It's late.
Speaker 7: I told you I'm trying to sleep. I haven't met Nate.
Speaker 2: It's about Gordon Merrick.
Speaker 4: What have I to do it?
Speaker 7: What about Gordon?
Speaker 2: He's dead, he was murdered.
Speaker 6: Please come in, I asked, do something? Yes, what have
I to do with Gordon Merrick?
Speaker 7: Alive?
Speaker 8: For him?
Speaker 2: We found him holding a portrait of you when he
was shot on the back. He must have reached out.
Speaker 7: And in the back, poor boy, in the back.
Speaker 2: It must have hurt you think so think what?
Speaker 7: Think that it hurts? Tell me I want to know.
Speaker 2: I'll send you the oudiptse you report. Do that, please
do that. That's all it means to you. Is dying
like that?
Speaker 6: Gordon called me at the theater tonight, asked me to
a champagne supper for two, a cold bird and candle
light to talk about things. I was bored talking to
her about things, so I didn't go. I came home,
tried to sleep. Oh my portrait in his.
Speaker 7: Arms, poor boy?
Speaker 2: Talk to him about what things?
Speaker 6: Miss Rice, vic king him over there on the silver
picture frame. I met him when I tour at the
USO Lot four. The man stood out from that olive
drab crowd on the hill. I went oxyr him tooth
and claw.
Speaker 2: I got him, and Mark wanted you back, wanted you
away from this vic Caine.
Speaker 7: He never made it, but he died trying.
Speaker 4: That.
Speaker 7: You can say for Gordon Merrick. He never stopped.
Speaker 2: Trying, vic Caine. Did he know about you? America? Jealous?
Speaker 7: Jealous? Is my vic so bitterly so without reason. I
adore the man. You hear a night filled with rains
and no, vict you're here?
Speaker 2: Where does he live?
Speaker 6: A rooming house on third seven fifty six Third Avenue,
But he won't be there when you go to him.
Speaker 7: I've been calling him ever since I got home. Hello,
Oh yes, yes, is this.
Speaker 2: Yeah, vic Caine.
Speaker 7: No, our eager voice stays man. And as you're calling
a rehearsal for tomorrow's matinee, you dick between the two
of you.
Speaker 6: You've murdered, sleep anything else you want.
Speaker 2: Then and leave there. And the drive mile downtown through
the streets of wavering shapes and rain that slants towards you.
With the sound of the windshield wiper that somehow becomes
intimate and lolling. The spotlight on the car searches out
a house number finds it be told Vic Caine is
not at home. But why don't you wait? Sir? That
chair over there in the hausers for waiters. So wait.
The hall is a place of built in draft and
a picture of a tiger at bay and a rug
becoming one with a wooden floor. Wait and in an
hour your name, Vic Caine? Who are you Polish Danny Clover.
Speaker 3: Waiting for me? I could have waited in my room, mister.
In here it's always open, a stinking room by the
side of the road. What do you want, cop?
Speaker 2: Information about the death of Gordon Merrick.
Speaker 3: Be dead on a rainy night. Very theatrical. He be
shot in the black Victor. You got a gun?
Speaker 5: Yeah?
Speaker 3: I got one?
Speaker 2: Two?
Speaker 3: You want a pat pat on top of your head
and admiring, don't you? You just tell your boss? I said,
you're real good for thirty two? It is yet it sure?
Speaker 1: Hey?
Speaker 2: What is I find a Vic?
Speaker 3: What do you think I'm doing?
Speaker 2: Cop?
Speaker 3: Going through a ritual before I reach on to the
mattress and say well here it was all the time.
The gun is gone.
Speaker 2: I'm gonna just walked into your room by the side
of the road, which you leave open because you're friendly,
unless somebody took it. Is that right?
Speaker 3: That's right?
Speaker 2: Where were you tonight? Right?
Speaker 3: Shooting snooker point out the table. The acoustic want.
Speaker 2: Me to between eleven and twelve midnight.
Speaker 3: And me walk along Broadway past Carol's Theater to look
at the posters. Then had me a long walk in
the park in the rain. Let's see your shoe, Vic,
Come on, come on, hold it up. Let's see it's
a muddy park to night. Vic, your shoes are awfully clean.
What did you do? Walk on your hands? Now, look,
you're under arrest. Vick suspicion of murder.
Speaker 2: And deliver him to homicide to the deaf handlers for
further questioning, further probing. The coffee scalded too many times,
the pack of cigarettes tossed in a gleaming arc from
one shadow to another. The quiet night talk Caine stays
with his story is booked locked up on suspicion of
the murder of Gordon Merrick, and in a room reserved
for it, gather up the shreds and rags of sleep.
Try to arrange them on the steel cot, not quite
make it, because too quick there's a gentle clutching at
your shoulder.
Speaker 8: Danny, Danny, Sorry I have to bother you, but there's
a man waiting for you.
Speaker 2: In your office. A couple hours now.
Speaker 8: I tried to let you sleep as long walk.
Speaker 2: Away from sleep to where the man waits. A bulk
of a man is hand like a clump of cold
iron in your yours, and his voice soft, surprisingly soft.
Speaker 5: I wish I didn't need to disturb your mister Clover.
You boys work hard, need all the dreams you can steal.
Speaker 2: I know, and the thing I can do.
Speaker 5: For you if you care who you can. It's a
matter that rests entirely with you. My position being rather
ambiguous in this thing, which makes me a pleader, mister Clover,
a special pleader for what I'm a private investigator, Jackie Skahan.
I've been retained this morning by a Miss Carol Royce
to investigate the murder of Gordon Merrick, which you were handling.
I understand you see now what an ambiguous position she's
pluto to have told.
Speaker 2: Her you didn't want it. You could have told her
the police for handling.
Speaker 5: And you've seen her, mister Clover. You talked to her
at the moment when she expected another. Or you will
understand my receptiveness that in the large.
Speaker 2: Fee she's paying you to find Vic Caine innocent of
Merrick's murder.
Speaker 5: An observation not to a stute considering how deeply she
loves this Caine man. No offense, mister Clover, honestly, no offense.
Speaker 2: If you took the job, you must believe that you
can do that prove Kin's innocence. Otherwise she's thinking all
that she offers under false pretenses not true, mister Clover.
I shall work very hard with intigrity, but I prove nothing.
I get nothing, only expensive to think. We've grown to
admire here, mister Scott, integrity, and you'll admire me.
Speaker 5: And since I must begin the process somewhere, your permission
to speak with the Caine man in his cell, that is,
if it's moving, Danny Clover.
Speaker 9: Here, Danny, get down to the more kind of thing
for you, real.
Speaker 2: Interesting thing right away. You want to talk to Kain
And that's a special play.
Speaker 5: Mister Scott, exactly so I too can earn my ca tell.
Speaker 2: Him at the desk. I said, you could have an hour.
Go ahead, prove his innocence. Garn I'll admire you when
it happens.
Speaker 4: Over here, Danny, why don't you take a look at somebody?
Speaker 2: Okay, what have you gone?
Speaker 4: This woman been here in the more since five this morning.
She'd been dead about half hour. Who issue the name
that's made the police blotter a lot of times, Vicinity
of the Bowery.
Speaker 2: What'd you call me for this?
Speaker 4: This gun was found beside her in an alley downtown
and it's been up the technical, Danny. Slug that killed
this woman came from this gun. Also the slug that
killed Gordon Merrick.
Speaker 2: Let's see it for a second. Serial number has been
filed off.
Speaker 4: Yeah. I was coming to that, the boys and technical
raising numbers and you.
Speaker 2: Know what, No, I don't know what. Come on, come on?
Guns registered to vic but I had Dick book to
two this morning.
Speaker 4: Yeah, his gun, this woman, he couldn't have killed. You've
got to find yourself a new murderer.
Speaker 3: You are listening to Broadways My Beat, written by Morton
Feine and David Fraitkin and starring Larry thorr As detective
Danny Clover. Now here's the word from Bert Lancaster, star
of the motion picture The Crimson Pirate.
Speaker 2: This is Burt Lancaster.
Speaker 9: I've been doing quite a bit of traveling around the
world lately, either on location or making personal appearances. But
I always keep in touch with Hollywood by listening to
the Lux Radio Theater every Monday Night over the CBS
Radio Network. To radio actors, the Lux Radio Theater is
Hollywood because you can always be sure of hearing the
latest and best motion pictures with the original stars. Why
don't you tune in with me to the CBS Radio
Network next Monday night. And here's some fine entertainment on
the MUCKs Radio.
Speaker 2: Theater this Monday night.
Speaker 3: It's Barry Fitzgerald and Blythe and Dennis Day in Top
of the Morning on most of these same CBS radio stations.
Speaker 2: The squall of rain lashes once more at Broadway. For
the time of its passing, the desolation is complete. Only
the gutters run with movement. Only the pavement receives reflects
the shrieking of spectaculars, the insinuations of neon, the whisperings
into nothing, the shrill promises offered on rain tossed when
and finally the storm begins. It's dying, and from underground
a girl darts, her slicker, glistening, her hair streaming under
the shelter of a newspaper torn from the trash bin.
And after her, another and then another. The street is
no longer desolation. Something else now, something that happens after rain. Yeah,
from a window. Consider it. Follow the trickle of a
rain drop with your finger. Consider that in this passing
storm a woman it lay dad in an alley. Then
turn away from it. You come face to face aside
Tottaglia rains.
Speaker 8: Indeed the moody thing, ain't Anny?
Speaker 2: Oh well, hell out? You know.
Speaker 8: I tossed a similar comment to missus start Taglia during
the night. I knocked on her shoulder, woke her up
and said, missus, t rain is a moody thing. It
taps on windows, calls up memories of cotwood. You woke
her to tell her that once she woke me about snow.
We have an understanding about things like that.
Speaker 2: Danny. I'm glad for you both.
Speaker 8: I shall tell missus t you didn't mind I woke
her up, thank you anything, and me, g you know
what do you have to tell me. And then the
woman found dead of the same gun which did murder
one Gordon Merrick.
Speaker 2: What about her? You know, a woman.
Speaker 8: Sophie Henry by name, a freaquent caller at a precinct polgy,
a frequent instigator of friendly riots, etcetera, etcetera. Wreck it
up to hear, Danny.
Speaker 2: I don't the end.
Speaker 5: It brought a connection between her and Gordon Merrick.
Speaker 8: None, Danny was gone over by the department with tooth
and comb.
Speaker 2: Look connection anything else that ress if you.
Speaker 8: Need it besides the polky your flea bagging the Bowery.
I scrolled the name here, Danny, take if you need
You're welcome. That boy we're holding for Mary's murder, Danny
vic Kane.
Speaker 2: What about him?
Speaker 8: Do we release?
Speaker 2: Not yet? You know, there's still an answer. I got
to find why Sophie Henry was killed with his gun. So,
because the new murder is closer to you in time
than the old one, pursue the reasons for violence done
upon a woman named Sophie Henry, late of the Bowery,
late of police blaughters, late of the living. The ride
downtown at the tip of the island. The streets are
clean now after the rain, the chalk on the walls faded,
the gutters running deep, and turbulence for the five year
old sailor of matchsticks. The address you're looking for his
place between a grocery store and a bar, and no
briefly that the cat in the bar window is the
fatter Yep, good morning, I'm from the police. Names.
Speaker 10: Come right in here, boy, this way ride in Tonny, boy, My,
what a day?
Speaker 3: What a day?
Speaker 10: What a day?
Speaker 5: Meet your brother, well almost a scarm Good morning to you,
mister cloy.
Speaker 10: Your brother he's a cop too. Ain't had two cops
in here the same time since the time miss Flybusher
threw a fit.
Speaker 5: I hope I'm not intruding into your purisdictions the clothes.
Speaker 2: You've got your job to do.
Speaker 10: And nobody threw a fit today. Well what do you
sonnies wanting?
Speaker 2: I'm sure we're both looking for the same thing. Missus poker,
please watch the albums?
Speaker 4: Is this?
Speaker 10: Sonny just told me about Sophie?
Speaker 2: She did?
Speaker 10: He tells me to what do you want with me?
Speaker 2: I want you to help the police find out who.
Speaker 10: Killed myself son, Who did that to her?
Speaker 7: Who beaten throw her in the naly to die like that?
Speaker 10: Who would do that to my little Sophie?
Speaker 5: She was doing that when you knocked on the door.
If the closes now you're all caught out.
Speaker 2: We found out anything all this that we are to.
Speaker 5: Believe that I'd be the first one to let you
know how come here here? Well, you must know for
an identical reason that you are. The papers had it
my client's gun killed this woman.
Speaker 2: Sophie. Hey, yes, miss.
Speaker 10: Pop, how about me?
Speaker 2: What about you?
Speaker 10: An'swer that question to ask me?
Speaker 2: Promise you won't go hysterical again when I mentioned miss
Henry's name without anna, Just answer this question. When was
the last time you saw miss Henry?
Speaker 10: Well, when the hall phone woke me up last night
and a gentleman said, get Sophie to the telephone, And
so I did what gentlemen asked you that?
Speaker 2: Did he give his name?
Speaker 10: No?
Speaker 5: Give his name?
Speaker 10: I called Sophie the phone.
Speaker 2: Time was this, mister pol What.
Speaker 10: Time will about midnight? Last night? After the call, she
got dressed like always and she went out. So I
closed my door and went back to sleep.
Speaker 8: Poor.
Speaker 10: So you know, she was like a little girl. Nothing
you couldn't ask her to do, And She would do
it right away.
Speaker 5: She would talk just one thing, mister Clover. Looks good
for my client, doesn't it. How can you possibly figure
the cake the killer?
Speaker 2: Thanks, garn, I'll call you when I want you. Hello, Vic, Welcome,
Carl Roy's been in to see your Vic. She was here.
Speaker 3: She wept and pressed her lips against the wire mesh
and carried on everything. But they saw on the fruitcake.
Speaker 2: I can't figure you with all the I have.
Speaker 3: Theolice psychologists had to go at me a little while
ago and screaming down the hall.
Speaker 2: I can't figure Vic because a woman like Carol Royce
is in love with you, A beautiful woman, talented, famous, hold.
Speaker 3: Acoustic, little finger crooked just so you love Carol. It
eats you what I got for Carol.
Speaker 2: That's not what I asked you. Listen.
Speaker 3: You love what you want with me, lover?
Speaker 5: Yeah, yeah, yeah, that gives you motively to kill for
We've been over that. I said no to you. I
know you went walking in the park at the time
of Merrick's death.
Speaker 3: Hey, I forgot to tell you something about that. But
I scraped the mud off my shoes so I wouldn't
get the landlord's rug all muddy and dirty. He's got
trouble enough with the tenants to drop cigarette buttarr'd.
Speaker 2: Let's assume you've scraped your shoes and you're all needing natty.
Do you happen to walk past Merrick's apartment house and
just happened to get on the elevator and just happened
to get off with the penthouse?
Speaker 3: I've never been in a penthouse in my life, which
includes Mary.
Speaker 2: One more question, Vic, did they let you see the
morning papers?
Speaker 3: I saw him, but you have a tree? Doesn't cop?
Kind of kind of what kind of jury is gonna
convict me?
Speaker 2: Cop?
Speaker 3: Merrick dead with my gun?
Speaker 2: I go to jail.
Speaker 3: Hours later, I'm still in jail and somebody else has
found shot to death in an alley, also shot with
my gun. My gun was stolen, Like I said, it
was that guy, that guy that Carol hired for me,
that Jackie Skhan. He's going to find out what this
is all about.
Speaker 2: What do he wants? You know? Thanks A look, you'll
be interested in this too, Vic. These copies of your prints?
What about him? Say? Matched perfectly with Prince taking off
the phone at mister Gordon Merrick's penthouse apartment.
Speaker 3: Okay, okay, what so I was at his apartment, that's right.
I forgot to tell you. I made a free phone
call from there. But I didn't kill Merrick because I
didn't have a gun. My gun was stolen. That I
can prove. My gun killed Merrick and it also killed
a dame while I was in your jail. So what
are you going to prove?
Speaker 2: Cop and leave him Spend the rest of the afternoon
wondering about Vic's question. What was I going to prove?
And all this, Vic would never be brought to trial
unless I could prove something his statement that is going
to have been stolen would hold. But make an assumption
and work from there. Assumption VIC had murdered Gordon Merrick.
Reason for assumption VIC had lied twice, the mud that
wasn't any shoes, his prints that were on a telephone.
Further reason for assumption. He had motive for killing Merrick,
motive the love of Carol Royce. What needed to be
known now was how the murder gun was found in
the bowery beside a dead woman. So have dinner and
think about it. Read a newspaper ketch up on back
detail and it's eleven thirty, a late time, but still
a question time. So go now to the apartment of
Carol Royce.
Speaker 6: Hm, it's getting habitual. I opened the door and it's
you mind if I come in a well turned question?
Speaker 2: Yes, I might mind if I ask why?
Speaker 7: Because I'm dressed like this.
Speaker 6: My third act costume happens to be this neglige eh, and.
Speaker 7: I rush right home.
Speaker 2: You've got to talk, miss Royce, if you want to
change all wait, well, a.
Speaker 7: Packed house saw me like this tonight. Come on in
for some standing room in here and don't stand too long.
It gets me nervous, say you'll say, and get out.
Speaker 6: I understand you saw Vic this morning, Miss roy Yes,
I did the team with bars in front of him.
Speaker 7: I wanted to measure my self control.
Speaker 2: Do you think you'll be getting out?
Speaker 6: I don't know much about the law, but I doubt
whether they'll even arrain him.
Speaker 7: It's what my friends tell me. It's what I read
in the paper. Nick's coming home to me. We'll have
a party. You'll drink wine from my slipper.
Speaker 6: We'll pass it around the room and only the two
of us will drink it.
Speaker 10: It'll be a.
Speaker 2: Happy mister scat, Come on in. Miss Rice has been
waiting for you. I guess I was wrong all the time.
Speaker 5: Don't let it distress you, mister Clover. People are wrong
about things, right about things all the time. It happened
the best time. I was too wrong, I thought, Vic,
and Miss Royce. Now it turns out you have the
key to missus Rice's apartment.
Speaker 7: Hired help.
Speaker 6: I'm a prettious employer and I expect loyalty from my domestics.
Speaker 5: Domestic I suppose you could say so, And I'm sure
your visits about old mister Clover is about right, Miss Rice.
Speaker 7: Man talk now, mister Clover, the three of.
Speaker 2: Us you really love.
Speaker 7: Then, I told you how it's going to be when
he gets home. When's he going to.
Speaker 5: Come home, Scott, that's up to mister Clover, my dear,
but it shouldn't be too long.
Speaker 2: He'll be held where he is for trial, and the
trial is going to be for murder.
Speaker 7: Does he know what he's talking about?
Speaker 2: No?
Speaker 10: When's it coming back to soon?
Speaker 2: Sue? You can believe that if you want, Miss Royce,
But that's not the way it is. Vic Kane killed
Merrick out of jealousy over you. Gently, my dear, I too.
Did you tell her Vic Prince were found in Merrick's apartment?
Speaker 3: Oh gently, you said it would be all right.
Speaker 5: Situation doesn't flo once so much drama I did. It's
really a very simple situation.
Speaker 2: Let's start from there. Vic killed Gordon Merrick out of
jealousy over you, Miss Rice. He used Merrick's phone called
you told you what he'd done. Listen, So miss Royce
got in touch with you Scott, and you set up
a thing.
Speaker 5: I'm sure this voice is quite bored with all this now,
Miss Royce, you set.
Speaker 7: Up a thing.
Speaker 6: Gone, picked up fixed gun where he left it in
his room.
Speaker 2: Then killed, that's right, Then killed Scarne got hold of
a woman named Sophie Henry murdered her with VIC gun.
Speaker 5: Did you did?
Speaker 10: You did?
Speaker 2: Look that way? If they could never be brought to
trial lack of sufficient evidence, his story about his stolen
gun couldn't be disproving all I get out of this expenses.
Speaker 5: Like I told you, I don't help in any way.
I get practically nothing. But you helped. You did a lot.
You get a reward.
Speaker 2: Coming if you want. Let's go gone.
Speaker 5: That's Carol Royce Clover. No, then we'll have to do
it another way.
Speaker 2: You want.
Speaker 7: Is my gun? Mister Clover? Did I kill him? Is
he dead?
Speaker 2: He's dead?
Speaker 7: Good taking me away? I feel clean again.
Speaker 2: Broadway is almost empty now, except for those who never quit,
those who wear peep holes for eyes, the dream walkers,
the people who want to laugh, the search behind doorways,
in alleys, through shuttered windows. They never go home because
they can't. It's Broadway, the gaudiest, the most violent, the
lonesomest mile in the world. Broadway My Beat.
Speaker 3: Broadway's My Beat stars Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover,
with Charles Calvert Astrotaglia and Jack Kruscian as Muggavin. The
program was produced and directed by Elliott Lewis, with musical
score composed and conducted by Alexander Courage. In Tonight's story,
Rita Johnson was heard as Carol Royce, Herb Butterfield as
Jackie Scarn, Martha Wentworth as Missus Polk, and Paul Richards
as Vic Caine. Tomorrow Night, Joseph Coutt stars in Playhouse
on Broadway. The play is titled in a Lonely Place,
Don't Forget. It's a filler for a Playhouse on Broadway.
Speaker 2: Tomorrow and I on.
Speaker 3: Most of these same CBS radio stations. And remember Robert
Q's Waxwords bring you the top records and recording artist
on the CBS Radio Network.
Speaker 1: Welcome back. Well, the role of the smooth talking private
investigator is probably one of the more unique Herb Butterfield
roles we've heard, and we have heard quite a few
of them. He was also the way he was played,
the last guy you would expect to meet violent death
at the end of the episode, but a good way
to surprise us. All right, Well, now we turn to
listener comments and feedback, and we start on Spotify, where
a random Spotify user rights, I'm like Danny, I don't
speak Spanish, but when I talk to someone who does,
I speak slower and more clearly and louder. It doesn't work,
but I always give it a chance. Well, thanks for
that comment, and I can see how in certain cases,
like if someone knew just a little bit of English
though Spanish was their primary language, they might pick up
on what you're saying, though obviously there are ways to
push that too far. All right, So just a quick
couple quick updates again somewhat your regular for the way
we do our show. I'm actually recording these episodes. I'm
hoping to get through the last three of the week,
as well as a counterspy from my parents' place in
Callus Belle, and then we will have our Summer break
week coming up next week with some summer encores that
you're sure to enjoy.
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Speaker 2: I'm at a description lot. It's anything unusual there, No,
I wouldn't say so.
Speaker 11: Small girl, I put three or four, I'd say one
hundred and ten or fifteen pounds, dot care, shoulder length,
got guys, nicety questions, very pretty, I wow twenty.
Speaker 7: It's what she told me.
Speaker 11: Anyways, she said she had a Bristie and me. I
remember we talked about that she was born under the
same kind Iowa, and all.
Speaker 2: The tucks you had with this and our girls. You
never gave you any reason to think that anything was
wrong with it.
Speaker 5: Seemed to be despondent, depressed about anything, perfectly normal girl.
Speaker 11: As far as I could tell, I just can't get
over it. I can't imagine her doing anything like this.
Speaker 2: Well, how'd you seen this morning when you got in
on the bus. Pretty much the same, yes, I think.
Speaker 7: So we got off the bus together.
Speaker 11: She had her hands full with the baby, so I
helped her off with the hand belief she was carrying.
When we got inside the waiting room, she mentioned that
she had to go pick up some luggage from the
tech stands. She asked me if I'd mind very much
holding her baby while she went after it. I said, no,
not at all. She went around the corner of the
baggage stand and that's the last I saw.
Speaker 3: You checked around the depot, did you, and you had
her paid.
Speaker 11: I talked to everyone in the place, supporters, ticket close
Information to travelers aid not one of.
Speaker 7: Them could help.
Speaker 11: I tried everybody. There were times another yea, he.
Speaker 7: Tried to see did somewhere.
Speaker 2: Wonderful?
Speaker 11: It's adorable. It's a little boy, she said. He's named Steven.
Speaker 2: Yes, ma'am, Oh, you say you've been way around the depot?
Three are there? The baby been said?
Speaker 11: Yes, this handley similar girl gave me the whole. I
found a bottleful of formula in it, and that's coffee
shop formed for me. No teller here finished it off. Well,
I guess we'll be wanting some more pretty soon.
Speaker 2: I guess were back. Yes, I can't imagine.
Speaker 7: I just can't imagine.
Speaker 4: This little boy.
Speaker 7: Just look at him, her own baby, so small, helpless?
How could she go off and leave you?
Speaker 2: Well, I guess she had a reason. Must have been important.
Seven week old baby?
Speaker 7: What's more important than that?
Speaker 1: I hope you'll be with us then in the meantime.
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