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Now from June sixteenth, nineteen fifty one, here is the
frank Don Murder Case.
Speaker 2: Broadways My Beat 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 Clover.
Speaker 2: The summer evening flows gently over Broadway and the carousel
sounds of the street's carnival begin. The brazen trumpet screams,
calling the believers to the basement sanctuaries at a dime
of prayer. The barkers of the night shout their spiels
into passing ears, and the rustle of perfumed silk rides
the June wind. You're shoved and pushed and mauled. There's
no bitterness because the taste of night melts in your mouth.
You ride the rides, walk the midway, toss the hoop
to win the cubie. You try not to notice the
plucking at your sleeve, but finally you turn. Your palm
is crossed with violence. You hold on to it until
the man in the tweed jacket and the gray flannel
slacks takes it away from you, gives death back to
the other man. Its owner sprawled across the silk sheets
of his bed, the blood from his bullet wound draining
the sleep out of him. And because blood like that
can stain the reputation of an exclusive apartment hotel, the
man in tweed makes a suggestion.
Speaker 4: I offer it an all modesty, mister Clover, a mere suggestion.
This can be can be? What, mister Tracy, What can
it be handled? Discreetly? Of course you can do that.
You have the power the know how. Keep it out
of the papers, treat the frightful mess.
Speaker 2: With velvet glove. Anything else?
Speaker 4: Hey, nothing more I can think of at the moment,
not that I can bring to mind at the snap
of your fingers.
Speaker 2: That's good. Now you can do something for.
Speaker 4: Me, understand me, mister Clover. Managing this place is all consuming.
I spent years at school here and abroad, learning the quicks,
the ins and outs of the profession.
Speaker 2: That all lad education. Maybe you can spell off for
me the murdered man's name. Did I forget to introduce you?
Pity hell?
Speaker 4: Over there on our bed was once Frank Dunn, a
bartender of all things, rather crude chap, I thought.
Speaker 2: A genteel enough to play the tab in this slick
joint of yours.
Speaker 4: They do bartenders like dune well at the trade winds.
Speaker 2: I hear the club on West fifty second.
Speaker 4: I wouldn't know where the place was. Tell me more
about well he appealed to the female of the species.
Speaker 2: Shall we say?
Speaker 4: They called on him constantly at all hour to night?
Difficult to say, but do you not detect the faint
odor of a lingering perfume, the aura a woman leaves?
Speaker 2: Pardon? I'll bid us of that. Never mind. I don't
give him. Hello Hello, Frank?
Speaker 5: Would you put Frank on the line please?
Speaker 2: Franker stepped out? Could I give him a message?
Speaker 5: Who are you? Why do you answer for Frank? I
know he's there? Does he not wish to.
Speaker 2: Speak with me? Who is this? Who shall I say?
Is calling?
Speaker 5: Now? There is something? This is not the way Frank
would have it with me?
Speaker 2: Hello? Hello, Yes, this is the police operator. Trace that call,
and the call was traced drugstore on forty third Broadway.
A phone booth there, the third one from the left.
As you passed the chiron reducing display. Only who knows
who's been using a phone? The clerk in the white
coat asked me, you don't have to have friends in
Washington to use the phone, mister, you need a dime,
that's all anyway? What was? She aspires them? So that's
all he had work to do. He left, so did I.
It was a short walk up to fifty second Street
in the nightclub that's known as the Trade Winds. Outside,
a beach boy in a custom made loincloth said aloha
and pointed inside, and inside a beach girl said aloha
and offered her nose to be rubbed, which came with
the cover charge, the price of admission to tropical paradise,
and it was even to the tropical birds, playing tropical
games and singing their sad songs in huge cages of
gilded bamboo, and sitting in a fan shaped wicker chair
in the corner was trader Milt Barker, wearing yellowed linen,
his eyes bleary with the grandeur of it all until
he saw me.
Speaker 6: Hey, grab yourself a waker and take a load off.
Speaker 2: For the place you have here, Milt, Wait till you
see the floor show. Danny gotta dame here. It does
a routine on a bit.
Speaker 6: Of hot cold melt. Do you try the authentic grea scene?
Yet you like fish? I got called whoma knuka nukopa wah.
That would set you crazy. Eh, you sit still, I'll
slice your some.
Speaker 2: From the middle. Sit down, Milt. M all right, so
I'm sitting I'm sitting.
Speaker 6: So about a bartender here. Frank Dunn Rakly ain't showed
up yet. Tonight he committ something.
Speaker 2: He's been murdered. Kiss me pure kiss it, say Danny.
The way of the department figures it took him murderer
to do it. Yeah, I guess how'd he go out? Shot?
Speaker 6: Like, I say, kiss, met, What are you talking about?
A guy like Frank? It figured it just don't make
me surprise. Come on, he'll talk to me. What's on
your mind?
Speaker 2: Well, he said, smiles with the tall cool ones.
Speaker 6: When Frank wiped the bar in front of a female patronesses,
it had a meeting all its own personality.
Speaker 2: Keep talking, well the any guy like him?
Speaker 6: Well, Dan would be embarrassed leaving less than a finn
or a phone number for a tip.
Speaker 2: Did he cause any trouble here?
Speaker 7: Frank?
Speaker 6: No, inoperator with a head on him. Wait until the
mail escort was occupied elsewhere then well Frank would drop
a small onion in a cocktail glass in such a
way that patronesses would leave teethmoks on the bar like
for instance, for instance, who Louise hath the current Danny,
you know, the dame who's missus to Edward Hathaway, the
guy who manufactures hardware. You know Hathaway's hardware made.
Speaker 2: Yeah, tell me more about missus Hathaway. She's current. That's
all I know on it.
Speaker 6: Come on, Danny, each summer Mike, we've seen I'll make
you a regular LoVa lava.
Speaker 2: And so as the surprise pink spotlight dimmed slowly over
Trader Milt's paradise, I heaved a sigh for the regular
lava lava that would never touch my lips, and bid
a fond farewell to the land of the Huma Huma
kukauka apawam. At the Park Avenue apartment of mister and
missus Edward Hathaway, I made in gray silk and high
spiked heels, told me they were out for the evening.
She tightened a black shoulder strap to inform me that
the Hathaways never informed the person in what glamorous places
they were boozing it up, that this usually took till dawn.
I said, I'd come back in the morning. She said,
sometimes a person didn't know what side of his evening was
buttered on, and kicked the door shut with her heel.
I guess I didn't wait the polite and proper interval
after dawn, because the girl who opened the door to
me this time was still yawning. Another thing, the long
night had left no scar on her kind of beauty.
Speaker 8: Canted, wait whatever you want, Candid, Wait you're Louise Hathaway.
Uh huh, sleepy Louise. Tired Louise. If you want a stranger,
you could rock me back to sleep. I needed so.
Speaker 2: I'm from the police, Danny Clover.
Speaker 8: Oh, you're the one Celeste told me about Celesti the maid.
What do you think of her? She thought much of you.
Come on in, tell me about it. Celeste's in bed.
I'll let us stay because we dragged her out of
it when we came in. Couldn't find it keys, you
know how it is. But I'll drag her out again.
Weip up some eggs for us if you like.
Speaker 2: Oh, thanks, big night last night.
Speaker 8: Ah, the biggest. You build a lovely city here, officer,
lovely and fair, and at night it glistens.
Speaker 2: Frank Dunn, was he a part of the night?
Speaker 8: You just played the only sad note there is?
Speaker 2: Officer.
Speaker 8: Frank wasn't in it, not anywhere. Why do you play
a sad note like that to me?
Speaker 2: Because he's dead, murdered.
Speaker 8: I don't think I'd ever let you rock me to sleep.
Speaker 2: You're cruel, Frank. What about him?
Speaker 8: I wouldn't know about him, wise man. Once it got
bad and I tried to Frank winked grinned, splashed whiskey
on my dress.
Speaker 2: That's all just a clumsy bartender.
Speaker 8: So much more you'll never know. Once I was at
the Trade Winds having dinner with Hugby Mine, and there
was a phone call for me, and I took it
and it was Frank calling me from the bar, and
Hubby Mine didn't know why I suddenly turned happy.
Speaker 2: You had sense enough not to ask your husband knows
how you felt about Frank.
Speaker 8: I don't know.
Speaker 9: I don't care.
Speaker 8: I always made him tip Frank a lot of money.
Take him with us after he was through work. Well,
it's going to be cheaper for Hobby Mine with Frank on.
Speaker 1: For me.
Speaker 8: For me such a high price, I don't mind telling you.
Speaker 2: Will you wake your husband, Missus Hathaway, I want to
talk to him.
Speaker 8: He's awake. You can talk to him at his factory,
Hathaway's Hardware Incorporated. Always the first man there sleeps an
hour after I've kept him up the night, and off
to the factory. Off to make a bit of nails
for me.
Speaker 2: Off to stay here in case. We want you, Missus Hathaway.
Speaker 8: So you can talk more to me about Frank.
Speaker 9: It would be a pleasure.
Speaker 8: Deep and fair pleasure anytime.
Speaker 7: It'll be all miss Garvey. All right, sir, who are you?
Speaker 2: I gave my name at the gate, Danny Clover.
Speaker 7: From the police.
Speaker 2: That's right, that's in your mind. I just came from
your house, mister Hathaway.
Speaker 7: My house. What's the big idea? What did you want there?
Speaker 2: I had a chat with your wife.
Speaker 7: My wife.
Speaker 10: You don't go to my house. Police, But no more.
You understand that you don't bother Louise. You want something
you got to take to sell. You got something that
gives you worry, You come to me.
Speaker 7: Louis. Don't get bothered by police.
Speaker 2: He gets bothered, Hathaway any time the department feels the need.
Speaker 7: Yeah, you think so.
Speaker 2: Huh, you get bothered too, mister. Go ahead, call your
lawyer say murder to him, because that's what you and
your wife are involved in.
Speaker 7: Murder.
Speaker 2: Call your lawyer, Hathaway. Look the death of Frank Dunn Bartender,
the hands of person or person's unknown, your hands, your
wife's hands. Both.
Speaker 7: I thought you were kidding.
Speaker 2: I'm not kidding.
Speaker 7: Louise is a kid. I got a young wife, Clover.
Speaker 10: While sometimes country kid come to the city wild and
not excusing her understanding, I like to watch it. She
knew Frank Dune, so she knew Frank Dunn. So I
know Frank Done. A thousand people know Frank Done. She
didn't kill him. Why should she kill him? What could
he do for her? Give her a double martini?
Speaker 2: A couple of those go a long way.
Speaker 10: Look, Frank Dunn was a joke passed over the bar
to Louise. Louise is married, so that settles that, all right?
Speaker 2: Who killed Frank Dunn? I'll tell you this.
Speaker 10: If he would have put a finger on Louise, I'd
have killed him one finger on Louise. I've told her
that time and time again.
Speaker 7: She and Lily take Lily.
Speaker 10: They think it's smart. They got to have cocktails at five.
They go in by themselves. Lily Lily, Lily Procash, a
dopey dame who writes poetry, wears glasses that goes like this.
Speaker 2: Lily procaus course forum.
Speaker 7: Yeah, talks accent talk.
Speaker 2: Where do I find her?
Speaker 7: Lily? Sometimes?
Speaker 10: I pick up Louise at Lily's place in the village hotel.
Speaker 2: Yeah, I know where it is good.
Speaker 10: Maybe you're onunda something, Clover.
Speaker 8: Come come peace.
Speaker 9: Here.
Speaker 11: Couch dreams painful, opened my eyes and can if for
seeing me here? Say open your eyes, lily, It's still
the dream you my body can move.
Speaker 2: N Operator, get me the house, doctor quick, help me?
Speaker 8: Help me.
Speaker 2: Wait a minute, operator, never mind, operator.
Speaker 3: You're listening to Broadways My Beat. Written by Morton Fine
and David Friedkin, with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover.
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Speaker 2: The nice thing about Broadway, the good thing, The reason
why you run the rest of the way until you
get there, is that Broadway never lets you down. It's
all things to everybody. For the gourmet, the foot long
wiener with a seated roll for the musically inclined, The
rose out of loudspeakers over the slightly used record shop.
For the art lover, the windy corner, and for those
who just like to walk and be amazed. There are
people who will be amazed right back at you. Walk
it or wait it out. The day's twenty four hours long. Kid,
take that dream along. It'll happen to you one way
or another. But where I was going, there was no dream,
only the reality of a girl lying her frail against
the decor of plump upholstery, the expensive drapes, the built
in silences, the lifeless girl, a stab to death girl,
and talk to a man about it the practice talk
over the telephone because a policeman speaks of death by formula.
Speaker 5: Apartment six twelve.
Speaker 2: Huh, yeah, I got it. The door of the suite
was open when I got here. The girl's name is
Lily procash, one who called Frank Dunn when I was
in Frank's apartment. I'm pretty sure that geno. Anyhow, corner
Lab boys, the works. I'll talk to you later, Gin know.
Speaker 7: Lily, Lily, It's me. Oh, oh, I I come on in.
Speaker 9: Oh that's all right, I can come back.
Speaker 7: Len.
Speaker 2: I'm from the police. Come on in, come on, come on.
Speaker 7: Who are you police?
Speaker 2: Why I.
Speaker 9: What, Lily, what did they do?
Speaker 2: Use somebody to her husband or brother?
Speaker 9: I live across the hall. It's the first time I've
ever seen her this close, the first time I've ever
knocked on her door. I had a little speech. I
was going to tell her what my name is?
Speaker 2: What do you know about her?
Speaker 9: Listen for every day yesterday when she came in la
at six pm?
Speaker 2: Did she go out again? No?
Speaker 9: I know, because I spent all that time making up
my mind and knocking the door. Tell her I was
a neighbor and what my name was.
Speaker 2: That's all you can tell me about her.
Speaker 9: Yes, Lily, Lily, listen to me. My name is Harry,
Harry Lynn.
Speaker 2: Tagliam.
Speaker 12: Oh, oh, it's you, Danny. And the way I was
standing here in the corner day dreaming. I'm not surprised
I did not hear you come in because of the
talent I discovered only last night in our little six.
Speaker 7: Year old girl, I eat it.
Speaker 2: Tell me about the talent, Oh, Danny. The way my
little Iida plays the piano plays good.
Speaker 12: Oh, not only good, Danny, but she plays the piano
underhand and by ear by ear.
Speaker 2: Yeah, Danny, did you run down that stuff? I asked
her on the phone, goes.
Speaker 12: Without saying, Danny, this is the only comment.
Speaker 2: It's not important. What did you get?
Speaker 9: You know?
Speaker 12: Yeah? Well, Lily Procash, a writer of things that rhyme,
gathered material nightly for her rhymes and the trade winds
at the bar stool facing the station of the also
deceased bartender Frank Dunn in the daytime a score had said,
Frank don to literary tease last night. Came home at six,
an hour after the established time of Frank Dun's murder.
Speaker 2: Nothing else, only that.
Speaker 12: The knife handle was white clean. I kept after the boys, Danny,
but that's all they could dig up.
Speaker 2: Yeah, underhand. Yeah, Danny, you should see little I I'd
like to, really would be sure to invite me some climates,
you know. I see the wicker chair is still open, milled.
Speaker 6: Sitting in it, kid, two nights, I see you each time.
So what has due this sutton harvest to Danny Clover?
Not the trade wind they humored. But do what is due?
Speaker 7: You know?
Speaker 2: A girl named Lily Procush.
Speaker 6: Name john't reyers do with me, Danny, unless for a reason,
is there a reason.
Speaker 2: The tall girl, blonde harlequin glasses spoke with a little
bit of an accent.
Speaker 6: The one who wrote lousy sons, and she was a poet,
the one who always comes in here with Missus Hathaway.
Speaker 2: That one Danny, what about it? You tell me Lily percussion?
Speaker 6: Frank Done, Hey, yeah, yeah, what the other day?
Speaker 2: What are you talking about?
Speaker 6: The other day? Yesterday? The day Frank met his kismet.
She was in here with Missus Hathaway about five thirty.
Asked for Frank. I told her he wasn't to work yet.
I started to tell her where Frank lived, but she said,
never mind, she already knew.
Speaker 2: Left then what then?
Speaker 7: What is?
Speaker 2: She left?
Speaker 6: Left Missus Hathaway with a Martinius half mast. The poet
walked out.
Speaker 2: To see Frank. Eh. Yeah, she bumped Frank. Huh a
dog like her? What do you know? And then start
all over again. Back to the room where I had
first seen Frank done, with his blood on the monogramed sheets.
Back to the room where this particular set of violence
had begun to shape itself and touch once more the
things that had belonged to a man who had been
well loved. The gold money clip with his initials written
in chipped emerald, the gold cigarette case, the gold keychain,
the silk robe that hung in the scented closet, and
on none of these things the mark of an identity,
the whisper of a killer's name, and all of it
with a man in tweed at your elbow, commenting, snickering,
fingering the imagined price tag.
Speaker 4: Hmm, this little trinket must have cost one of them
a good deal of her rainy day saving put it
down dead, don't touch? Is that it, mister clothes exactly?
That there's an etiquette about these things. I've been wondering,
mister Clover. My brow is furrowed with wonder.
Speaker 2: I noticed hardly touches me though.
Speaker 4: Sorry, Tracy, I've been wondering why you asked me to
pot take with you of this what shall I say,
this chamber of horrors?
Speaker 2: Because you're a liar, mister Tracy.
Speaker 4: And I indulge myself on the proper occasion. What was
the occasion of my doing it.
Speaker 2: To you yesterday when you showed me Frank Dunn? Oh?
Speaker 4: Oh, that you mean when I didn't reveal to you
who had been visiting the bartender at his siesta before death.
Speaker 2: Now it's a good time for revealing.
Speaker 4: Sorry, but it's slipped my mind. There's nothing the police
can do about a mind like mine, Is there, mister Clover?
Speaker 2: Correction? There is? Who is here? Tracy? Who was here?
Speaker 7: Else?
Speaker 2: You'll beat me.
Speaker 4: You hardly make it worth while defending a dead woman's honor.
Oh that foreign thing with the wind in her hair
and the mist on her.
Speaker 2: Eyeglasses, Lily Procosh.
Speaker 4: I've heard her announce herself that strange way on the
house phone. She stayed long enough with the bar tender
to read him her newest poem. But they had an interruption.
Speaker 2: You can reveal that too.
Speaker 4: It will cost me a dear little savings place. I
hadn't mind the interruption. Who was it, lovely frolicsome thing
never been here before? Knocked on the bartender's door, was
waved away, it seems, tapped on my office door, asked
if I had a deck of cards, wanted to play
away Love's bitterness, sympathized played against her one forty cents
would have won more. Only only what In the midst
of a deal, I had a call from the bartender
ordering me to whisk the procush thing away by freight elevator.
I did when I got back my card playing lady
was gone.
Speaker 2: You won forty cents from her. That ought to make
a girl like that unforgettable?
Speaker 4: Ever seen Louise Hathaway, mister Clover, I have in society columns,
and that evening she played cards with me.
Speaker 2: She's precisely what you say, unforgettable. And walk the ninth
streets and try to figure why did Louise Hathaway call
on Frank Dunn and not being able to see him,
content herself with playing cards with the hotel manager. Why
had she gone to see Frank? She knew her friend
Lily Procosh.
Speaker 6: Was there?
Speaker 2: A lot of whys? And keep on walking east from
Broadway to Park and up to the seventies and stop
in front of the Canopede apartment house. Pause, smoke a cigarette,
then go in and on the second floor ring a bell.
What are you hello, mister Hathaway. I told you let's
go inside. You can tell me all over again. Thanks
that cop?
Speaker 7: Yeah me?
Speaker 8: Oh hi, see, mister Clover, I stated, put his foot
can be.
Speaker 2: I'm glad you did. That'll make it easier.
Speaker 7: What are you too talking about?
Speaker 8: Oh we've got secrets, Edward?
Speaker 2: Yeah about Frank? Done?
Speaker 8: Oh, Danny, Edward knows all about that.
Speaker 7: Look, Louise and I were playing chess.
Speaker 2: Yes, sir, you know a lot of games, don't you, Louise.
Speaker 8: All the ones that are fun.
Speaker 2: Did you have fun losing forty cents yesterday to that
hotel manager?
Speaker 7: What's he talking about?
Speaker 2: What am I talking about? Miss Hathway?
Speaker 7: Louise, stop it, darling, listen to me. Let me handle this.
Speaker 8: Take your hands off me, Edward.
Speaker 2: Louise, you knew Lily was with Frank Dunn. Why did
you go there, missus Hathaway?
Speaker 8: Why that's right, Lily was my friend. I didn't want
to see her get in any trouble.
Speaker 7: I told you to let me handle him.
Speaker 13: Louise, stop it, stop it.
Speaker 7: You see like I told you, mister Clover, she's wild. Louise,
you're in a little trouble.
Speaker 8: Now, let me take your hands off me. Can't you understand?
Take your hands off?
Speaker 2: Huh?
Speaker 7: I'm sorry I lost my temper. I didn't mean to
slap you.
Speaker 8: Hard wear man, fat man, bald man. Nothing man. Jump
jump Edward.
Speaker 7: Don't make me lose my temper again.
Speaker 8: Why don't you jump for the man? Edward? You do
everything else I want you to do. Tell the man what.
Speaker 9: You did for me, Edward crazy?
Speaker 8: What are you talking about about about murder?
Speaker 9: Edward?
Speaker 2: You once told me something, mister Hathaway. You said you'd
kill anybody or laid a finger on your wife, as he.
Speaker 8: Told me too, over and over again. That's why you
always followed me, Edward. That's why you followed me to
Frank Dunn's apartment house that night, and Frank wouldn't even
look at me. He sent me away, Edward, and you
killed him all because I spent an hour playing cards
with a hotel manager. I was never with Frank, Edward, never,
but you killed him for me. Go ahead, jump for
the man.
Speaker 2: I followed you.
Speaker 7: I always follow you. I couldn't stand at your seat.
Speaker 8: Take the hardware, man away, mister Clover, you too?
Speaker 2: What for killing Lily? You couldn't have Frank. Lily was luckier,
So you killed Lily.
Speaker 8: Oh No, Edward did that for me too, didn't you, Edward?
Didn't you?
Speaker 9: Edward?
Speaker 7: No, I didn't. I followed you to Lily. Her door
was open, wasn't it. I saw Lily after what.
Speaker 2: You did to her.
Speaker 8: Well, you don't know what you're saying, Edward. Listen to me,
you love me, Edward.
Speaker 13: I'm going to have to sign a confession, Louise, what
I just said about following you to Lilies. I don't
have to admit that, sign my name to it. I
could deny I ever said it. I don't know whether
I will or not. I'll have to think about it.
Speaker 8: I love you, honestly, truly, Edward. I love you.
Speaker 7: Jump, Louise, Chump Jump.
Speaker 2: Broadway's Quiet.
Speaker 13: Now.
Speaker 2: It's the four o'clock in the morning hour, the hour
without color. But in a while dawn we'll dip down
and they'll be fury again, and roar again, and crowd
the restless, wandering. The puppet danced, the running after nothing
at all. 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 Calvernes Tartaglia, and Jack Khrushian as Mugavin. The
program was produced and directed by Elliot Lewis, with musical
score composed and conducted by Alexander Courage. In tonight's story,
Mary Jane Croft was heard as Louise herb Butterfield as Edward,
Joe Granby as Milt Barker, Edgar Barrier as Neil Tracy,
and Gladys Holland as Lily Procosh. Just once around the
Clock aboard the second hand for Singing Again, an hour
of comedy, music and cash for the CBS listener who
can identify the phantom voice. Jan Murray is your host.
Judy lenn Allendale, the Riddlers and Ray Blocks apply the music.
Stay tuned now for Singing Again, which follows immediately over
most of these same CBS stations. Bill Anders speaking, this
is CBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System.
Speaker 1: Welcome back. I love the Hawaiian Bar. It's not something
that you'd think of when you think of New York City,
but of course New York has Hawaiian restaurants because they
have all types of restaurants, and they did a good
job of bringing it to life. And I love Danny's
excess line, which is a clever nod to the closing
narration of many films about Hawaii. Very well done. And again,
this whole thing is a little different, but nonetheless feels
very grounded within the world of broadways. My bait and
highlights the sheer variety of businesses that operate around there.
And we turn now to listener comments and feedback, and
we start out on Spotify where Mechanics sixty six starts
out with some sage advice for one, Gino Tartan writing, Gino,
you're not supposed to squeeze the buns, and also notes
I heard her Butterfield play at loose two parts, and
of course we got to hear her Butterfield is one
of the killers today, and I hope that Gino Tartaglia
mends his ways so we can once again hear more
about the Zimmerman buns. And then on YouTube, ryansar comments
regarding the Eleanor Corbett murder case. These shows are captivating
because they are so dark. Howard mcnehir plays such a
great weirdo. He is great to listen to. Thank you,
Adam for all you do well, thank you so much,
and glad you're enjoying the series. And then I had
speculated a few episodes back whether these detectives ore Taglia
was mentioning were real or not. And a listener comments
on the Charles Cram murder case, this might just be
my interpretation, but I've always thought that in universe, Mike
Hammer aka Mike Shrack and the British Girl Detective are fictional,
but Tartagley doesn't realize that and thinks they're real. Danny
presumably knows they're fictional, but can't bring himself to disillusion
his friend. Yeah, I have mixed feelings. On one hand,
I kind of like that bit of Headcinon and I
hope it's true. On the other hand, it would be
kind of scary to live in a world where you
could be that far out of touch with reality and
somehow get promoted to sergeant of police. But thanks so much.
I appreciate the help with that. And we have a
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Speaker 3: How about this business of Adele prior lending you money?
Speaker 14: She think quite a bit of you. Well, I did
her a couple of favors once when I was working
for her husband, she was still married to him. She
was going out with the guy she liked on the side,
and she was up with this guy once and I
saw him together. She asked me not to say anything,
so I didn't. Before she got a divorce, I used
to cover up for her all the time. She never
forgot it.
Speaker 3: I guess how about when you saw her in her
office tonight franchise?
Speaker 5: You've seen him all right to you?
Speaker 14: Yeah, same as ever. Ask her if she could lend
me a five, and she did.
Speaker 2: I left.
Speaker 14: It was about a quarter after six. I guess anyone
else in the office when you left? Yeah, I was
a guy waiting in the little reception room there. Didn't
know who he was.
Speaker 2: Do you remember what he looked like?
Speaker 14: Tall fella about my size, my age.
Speaker 7: Joe, Can I see you man?
Speaker 13: Yeah?
Speaker 6: Dorothy and Brian have checked in and just got back
from going over Frenchi's hotel room.
Speaker 3: They find anything, white shirt, a pair of bronze shoes,
pair of dark trousers.
Speaker 2: What about them? Bloodstains on all of them.
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