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now December eighth, nineteen fifty one, here is the Mary
Smith Murder case.
Speaker 3: My beat from Times Square to Columbus Circle, the gaudiest,
the most violent, the lonesomest mile in the world.
Speaker 4: Broadway is my beat with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover.
Speaker 3: When the winter moon dips low over Broadway and hides
again behind the scudding mists, Broadway is numbed. The year's
ending is too swift. There's too much nighttime in December,
as if the dimness of the subway had moved one
flight up, as if the lights were not quite lights
but yellow things that drain off into shadows. It's a
time of the muffler, the hurry up, the time of
the wind. The dreams are dying, and it's a long
while before April comes again. The place where I was
also one flight up above the street of the tired
apartment houses and hotels. The avenue leads to anybody on
the premise that home is any place for the rent
is chief hotel Savannah. The man who walked beside me
and explained it all to me. After all, lieutenant, after all,
what to do? Not disturb science?
Speaker 5: And hanging down in the front of a door all day,
and here it is almost midnight, So so a place
like this, ran the room for three point fifty, pulled
out the old pills, leave the world to its own sorrow.
The Savannah's getting quite a reputation for Oh, this is
the room, and that's how I found her, right there
on the bed.
Speaker 3: I could tell it right away. She wasn't a suicide.
Speaker 5: That bullet hole, no gun, no wish. She took the
room yesterday, registered as Mary Smith. I keep a straight
face as long as the payment is made in a dance.
Even she didn't have luggage, so what Quite a few
of my friends have not a presentable suitcase to their names.
What about her visitors? This is her home away from home.
That's our philosophy.
Speaker 3: Here the Savannah. Why shouldn't she have visitors? After? Did
she have it? I don't know. People come and go,
a regular little world in itself, this Savannah.
Speaker 5: I remarked this to myself often as I stand at
the desk, like I was looking at into a regular
little world.
Speaker 3: That's why I always don't say, mister Burgess. I'll take
it from here and consider the place where a girl
lies dead, A room of transients, a cubicle allotted sold
to the passer through the mark of their passing the
scars where cigarettes were grounded at the desk top the
hotel stationery. The postcards are the scenes of gaety tinted
in ink, stained fingers smudged blank, the sign please turn
off lights when the party leave. Key at desk. The
bend for passing sleep is sold at the current rate,
and in it Mary Smith dead by violence. Phone it
in check other hotel personnel be told to the day
she'd been there. The girl was quiet, discreet, no trouble
at all. Visitors maybe maybe not policy not to notice
things like that and take it home with you. Try
to sleep against the image, desolate, lonely, not quite make it,
and welcome the coming of day, somewhere to go, someone
to talk to.
Speaker 6: You have a bad night, Danny, You have the look
of someone who has slept with rocks in his bed
head to foot.
Speaker 3: That show morning's greeting to me, sergeant to Taglia.
Speaker 6: You see other mornings you refer to me as Gino.
But this morning, Danny, why is this morning different from all.
Speaker 7: Of the morning?
Speaker 6: You got something from me? Gino goes without saying, sure,
I got something. We coded that girl's fingerprints dot Mary
Smith put them on the wire to the chums of
the FBI during the night.
Speaker 3: Bad an answer.
Speaker 6: Those chums of the FBI are veritable Johnny's on the spot, Danny,
you had an answer on the spot, according to the
info lately come to hand and now contained in my
breast pocket, Danny, this Mary Smith was not a Mary Smith?
Speaker 3: Oh no, not at all all, right, Gino? Who was She.
Speaker 6: Formerly of the Women's Army Corps, which makes her a
former wife, which makes it easy for our Washington co
workers to check such things as fingerprints flying through the night,
such things as as what as the occupation of the deceased?
Prior to say, miss peg Ramsey here at the fall,
known as Mary Smith, was a member of the publishing
firm Tagget and Ramsey on Lower Madison. It brightens the
morning for you, Danny, thissinfo.
Speaker 3: You tried, Geno, you really did. Thanks. I can't believe it.
I just can't believe it. Get around to believing in,
mister Taggart. Miss Ramsey was murdered in a cheap hotel
named the Savannah. We want you to help us. What
was she doing there? Was she registered? Look, mister Taggert,
can't believe it. I just can't believe it. Let's try
it this way. What did miss Ramsey do here at
your publishing house? At our publishing house, mister Clover, Peg
is as much responsible for the success of Taggart and
Ramsey as I am. Of course, I'm directly responsible for
a book club's choosing four of our novels. Peg only
had three. But then just tell me what she did.
Had final say on what we would publish and what
we wouldn't, along with me, of course, also the discovery
of talent, and so forth and so forth. Friends, every
unpublished author in the world, you must understand Taggart and
Ramsey enjoys an enviable reputation. We publish stuff that others
wouldn't even touch. Of course, sometimes we take a loss
publishing literature, but we make up for it put out
a crossword puzzle books. But what about special friends, mister
tigert oh, working on the premise that special friends can
be special enemies. That happens in our latest mystery, Killed
the Murderer Dead. It'll be released for publication may mister
Tiger Peg had a very special friend who William Walter?
Who is William Walder a writer? Or do I find him?
I don't know. I have no idea Peg handled him.
What made him so special? According to Peg, he was
special because he was talent, the once in a lifetime talent. Personally,
I've heard that phrase too many times. Last year, after
such a talent, we had to publish Jumbo Crossword puzzle
books five, six, and seven in a hurry. And that
was the relationship between miss Ramsey and this William Walter
publisher and writer. I think more. I think Peg had
her times to be a publisher and times to be
a woman. It's my belief from observing Peg, that she
mixed the two up for this boy. What else about
this William Walter? He was brought here from North Carolina.
Brought here You mean your firm subsidized him a writer's dream.
But no, he was brought here by a missus Janice Kirk,
a self styled discoverer of talent. You Peg slightly brought
him to her with a couple chapters of a novel.
PEG believed in this boy, gave him an advance. And
where do I find this missus Kirk? Oh? I can
tell you that easily at the Ruxton Hotel. I've had
cocktails with her there An attractive woman, the way those
women from North Carolina can be. Now, will you pardon me,
mister Clover And at the hotel, ask for Janice Kirk
be told she's been seen entering the cocktail lounge. Go there.
The headwaiter raises his eyebrows with an effort tilts a
patrician head slightly to the left, and that way indicates
the woman sitting alone, sipping the colorless drink, sipping the
colorless music, weaving its frightened way through potted palms, and
on her face, the smile of acceptance for the music,
for the furtive cocktail time, laughter for the glances of
men attached unattached. Hello there, missus Kirk.
Speaker 8: I saw Alec heard his roman going here, ned Blauncher
to me. Whatever the reason, I'm glad it's been lonely.
Speaker 3: I'm from the police. Missus Kirk.
Speaker 9: You didn't have to tell me there.
Speaker 8: You could have let me believe you walked in here
and seen a well an interesting face sitting alone with
the lost thoughts, and you took pity in it.
Speaker 3: You couldn't let me leave. I've just come from Alfred
Tigert to Tigert and Ramsey.
Speaker 9: Fred, you tell him.
Speaker 8: I'm very disappointed in him. He hasn't asked me to cocktails,
and well it must be hours now.
Speaker 9: You tell him.
Speaker 3: Man, he said you knew peg Rams thing.
Speaker 8: Miss Rams, I've taken notice of her, talk to her.
I remember, I wouldn't call that knowing a girl.
Speaker 9: And why did he go and tell you.
Speaker 10: I knew her?
Speaker 3: She's dead and murdered. She gave her name as Mary
Smith and was killed in a hotel room.
Speaker 8: Why didn't you have a home of her own? I
didn't mean to say that, Julie. I didn't mean to
be flippant over there. Not a death like that, but
an empty.
Speaker 9: Way to die.
Speaker 3: Tigard told me something else.
Speaker 9: I'm sure he did. It was about the boy.
Speaker 3: Wasn't he told me about a boy? Young writer? William Walter?
Speaker 9: William? Sweet William, Sweet sweet William.
Speaker 3: Maybe you can tell me more about him than Tiger did,
missus Kirk.
Speaker 8: I know I can't. I know more about him than
I know about myself. Wasn't it I that discovered the
burning tree of talent in him? Wasn't it I that
beat him, tortured him, soothed him till he put it
all on paper, figuratively, Natty, is I need that to him?
Speaker 9: Figuratively?
Speaker 8: Why isn't it I that brought him here so his
poetry could cry out across your metropolitan sky.
Speaker 3: I don't know you said that, I said, I don't know.
Speaker 8: First William stayed here, right here, in this hotel close
to me, and he took the living in all kinds
of places, dismal places, deady little finished rooms and tenement
sordid hotels.
Speaker 9: Let me just high and drive for months so as
he could taste your city.
Speaker 3: Then you haven't seen that phone call for you, mister Clover.
You can take it to here. Thank you, Danny Clover speaking.
Speaker 6: You want it, Danny right away? Savannah Hotel?
Speaker 3: Why gino?
Speaker 6: A boy shot to death in one of the rooms
Savannah Hotel, Danny.
Speaker 9: The same one. I hate your telephones. They interrupt. Just
something bad's happened, hasn't it? I know it from your face,
something real bad.
Speaker 3: And I'll tell you another thing, mister Clover.
Speaker 5: I should have kept my big mouth shut about the
reputation of the Savannah.
Speaker 3: Right down here, same floora same hallway as the last
time I was here, not only that same room. There
he is, mister Clover.
Speaker 5: You know who, Yeah registered about noon, gave his name
as William Walter said he was a writer.
Speaker 3: First time we ever had a writer. And in the
room of transience yet another one sprawled there across the
bed at a boy like a tired puppet, discarded, and
the bullet hole in his temple gave him another quality,
an attitude, suddenly and forever caught in an instant of time,
and the gun held in his dangling fist, the end
of him, the death of William Walter.
Speaker 4: You are listening to Broadways My Beat, written by Morton
Fine and David Friedkin and starring Larry Thor as Detective
Danny Clover. A titled Englishman wine and dine at a
Swank Park Avenue address is then mysteriously murdered. It takes
no less than mister Cameleon, master of disguises, to make
a dent in the hand of fate.
Speaker 3: Murder case.
Speaker 4: Follow mister Cameleon on this engrossing police operation. Tomorrow, Yes
that's tomorrow on CBS Radio. Mister comeleion is now heard
at a new time Sundays on most of these same
CBS radio stations. On the eve of the Merry holidays
Broadway treats its out to a ten cent sprig of mistletoe,
stands under it, watches the women walk by.
Speaker 3: They hug the warm fur close. Let the December wind
riffle it against their mouths, their cheeks, Let the wind
breathe them away from you. And for background, the music
flowing out of the tinseled metallic throats of loudspeakers. And
the kids standing carefully away from the assorted street corner
Santa Clauss eyeing them, studying them, lifting great puzzled eyes
to the grown up who holds their hand. Good huggin
makes your glow. So find the coin, drop it in
the pot, pay off for the year that never was,
And in a room again the place of the dead.
Be alone with it for a little while, Be alone
with the boy with a bullet wound in his temple.
The boy would come to the great city with poetry
to offer, and in return had been given this, the
end of searching, the end of pain. Be alone with
it until Detective Mugvin comes back.
Speaker 7: I had a little talk Burgess the manager Danny, like
you told me, Yeah, says the boy made a big
to do when he registered.
Speaker 3: Just tell you why uh huh.
Speaker 7: Seems as kid William Walder insisted on having exactly the
same room where the girl was killed. Manager tried to
talk him. I have it offered the mother rooms. Kid
wouldn't have it any other way.
Speaker 3: I think I know why.
Speaker 7: Sure boy was a writer. That gives him a right
the emotions the rest of us aren't privileged with. That's
why he has to die in a room. Yeah, I
guess I've been in it too long, Danny.
Speaker 3: Here's why he wanted this room. Found it in his pocket.
Marriage license.
Speaker 7: I look at it there, thanks hm, issue to William
Walder and Margaret Ramsey. That'd be Peg Ramsey, the murdered girl. Huh, Danny, Yeah,
place like this, probably going to keep the marriage a secret.
Come over here, magaphone found something else here on the desk.
It's written so fine. Wait, I had to put on
my glasses. Sure, go ahead, peg, beloved pig. All of
it is done finished for you, now for me, for
someone you breathe life into, then dying took it from him.
Speaker 3: Done finished, he wrote this day. We'll check it out headquarters.
I think we'll find he wrote it with.
Speaker 7: A gun in his hand like that. This note how
he insisted in the same room suicide.
Speaker 3: Huh call it, Danny, Come on in, mugglemn been done
a technical for an.
Speaker 7: Hour more or less. Took me that long to get
out of Gordon. What he knew as soon as I
walked in. Now, guys like Gordon give mothers a bad name.
Speaker 3: I can give you a rough time.
Speaker 7: Have me looking through microscopes. Gave me a short lecture
on the thing of spectro chemical analysis. Then when I
didn't applaud, he got angry. Anyhow, the gun that William
Walter allegedly killed himself with also fired the bullet that
killed peg Ramsey.
Speaker 3: Murder and suicide. I'm like, I guess, so what do
you think? Take a look at this suicide note? I
saw it, Danny. No, I know you saw it, but
look at it again. It's a suicide note, is it?
Speaker 10: M M?
Speaker 3: Show me where he says he's going to kill himself.
Show me where it says that.
Speaker 2: What is it?
Speaker 1: You know?
Speaker 6: Lady outside to see you Danny? What lady names Jonas Kirk?
Sure in this way to see Danny Clover.
Speaker 3: Thanks, that'll be all, sergeant, or please sit down, miss.
This is Detective Mugavank.
Speaker 8: I'm going to leave town tomorrow, and mister Clover, I see, Yes,
this is a lonely city now.
Speaker 9: I'm afraid of it. I'm afraid of it because so
many things, mostly.
Speaker 3: William Wall Yes. Oh, I want to say, Missus kirk House,
sorry we are thank you, Missus Kirk.
Speaker 8: One thing I'd like to ask you, just in the
way you said, Missus, the little glance that just happened
between you, you and this other gentleman.
Speaker 9: The missus means I was once married.
Speaker 3: My husband is dead, I see.
Speaker 9: And just what interest I had in William? He was
a great writer, I said. I was lonely. Now that
William's dead, the world a little bit more lonely.
Speaker 3: Too, though I know it. Just why did you come here?
Speaker 9: I want to ask something of you, Maya.
Speaker 3: Of course I brought William here.
Speaker 9: I want to take him home. I want to bury him.
Speaker 3: We've already sent a notification to North Carolina, to his
next to Ken.
Speaker 8: But in this case, don't you see it should be
me who should take well, call it responsibility, call it whatever.
Speaker 3: I'm sorry, Missus Kirk. Until we hear from the next
of Ken, we have Northorn.
Speaker 9: I loved him?
Speaker 8: Is that what you wanted to hear me say, go ahead,
exchange glances again, snick a little bit behind your hand.
Speaker 3: This is Kirk. What the lieutenant said.
Speaker 9: Simply really makes no difference at all.
Speaker 3: For a moment, consider her fury at being deprived of
the dead boy, and understand it. Understand it because of
the sudden statement of love for him, blurted out, bitter explosive,
no longer to be contained. But let it also open
a door on a new questions, the finding out of
why a boy's life must be taken a boy of talent,
a boy who was about to be married, a boy
who had apparently scrawled a note against the insistent calling
of death, murder, suicide, Make sure which Let it take
you to a place you've been before, to a man
you talked to before. I can't tell you how glad
I am you came back to me, mister Clover. I
just can't tell you how glad. Why, mister Taggert, Well,
this is perhaps an uncalled for a thought after those
dismal doings at the Savannah Hotel, even tragic, you might say,
peg and that boy. Tell me, mister Taggert, Well, I
was wondering just a fleeting thought. Mind you. Did you
happen to find the manuscript at the boy's novel? Did
he perchance die with it there in the hotel room?
Speaker 7: No?
Speaker 3: Oh, we didn't find it. Why well, you must forgive
me for this rather scavenger like idea I've had, But
not that. We won't take care of the boy's estate,
mind you, but it seems a provocative publishing stunt. You
want to publish the work posthumously. A boy kills himself
leaves a novel that would make a splash in the
literary world. Yes, I would have tried to put it
more tastefully, but that's it exactly. Sorry, I can't help you. Then,
I can't, for the life of me imagine what else
we have to talk about. The reason why I came.
I'm not sure the boy killed himself. He was going
to marry peg Ramsey. Did you know that, Mary? No,
I didn't imagine. You said you met the boy when
he first came here, that you quickly a quick introduction
from peg As I said his work impressed her, so
I okayed in advance for him. That's why if you
find the manuscript, I feel it rightfully belongs to me.
That's all you knew of him, the advance peg Ramsey's
interest in him sponsoring a vent, and the money I've
already expended on him for advance publicity. On PEG's newfound genius,
I even hired Tanto Jones, who Tanto jones Ace blurbst
the Gui de mopissant of book jackets, told him to
stick with water and get to his marrow. Find out
everything about him, and write it in a hundred words
to fit the back of a book jacket. I'd like
to talk to a man who knew all about William Waller.
You have his address, Greenwich Village. Somewhere the girl will
give it to you on your way out. Mister Clover,
you were going, weren't you? So downtown? Now to Greenwich Village.
Turn off eleventh Street on the bank past the bargain
basement bars for the floor shows, chuckle at the customers
and the local color is prefabricated, and find an address
another basement where the door is a painted mural of
pink and satyrs with a motto in French over the
brass knocker. When the door opens, the man puts a
finger to his lips.
Speaker 11: Sh it's the last side huh, Shamberg bought the records today.
Come on, come on, everybody's inside, all right, grab yourself
a hunk.
Speaker 3: Of floor and sit. You don't mind, I'll stand. What
did you bring?
Speaker 6: What?
Speaker 11: I told Bobett to tell everybody to bring a record?
Speaker 3: Didn't she brought a bench? Hey? Who are you? Aren't
you one of Barbetts police. I'm looking for Donald Jones.
Why where is he me? What do you want me
for your questions? Donald? By the way, where'd you get
that name?
Speaker 11: I spent a summer in Mexico trying to write. The
natives gave me the name affectionately.
Speaker 3: It's stuck. Now tell me what you can about William Walder.
I was going to do his dust jacket for him.
Give me that stuff on the cover of a book
that tells how good it is. What do you mean stuck?
Just tell me about William Walker.
Speaker 11: I could have done it too, have somebody to support me.
Speaker 3: I could have written a novel. Did William wall finishes
about a week ago?
Speaker 11: Pretty good too? Well, not that I would have approached
his subject matter that way. Then you read parts of it.
Other parts he read to us, to us people who
drop in from time to time. We had varied opinions
as to the novel significance. Of course, if you're the
tag was satisfied with sheer entertainment value. Where is the
novel manuscript?
Speaker 3: Huh?
Speaker 9: Oh?
Speaker 11: He left it here for me to look over. A
couple of days ago, Jannis picked it up. Jonas Kirk,
she said, will he said her for it.
Speaker 3: I gave it to her. We're disturbing your guest. Tonical
back to him. I'm just leaving.
Speaker 9: Oh oh, hello, mister Clover, I come in, missus Kirk.
Well you don't want to talk to me now, I've
been crying.
Speaker 3: I look as only be a few minutes.
Speaker 9: Do you promise?
Speaker 3: Yes?
Speaker 9: Come here? You wait right here. I'll go in the
next room and do my face.
Speaker 10: We can talk.
Speaker 3: Well, go on, I've just come from Greenwich Village, Missus Kirk.
I spoke to mister Jones. That's right, tontle Jones.
Speaker 9: Do you know what tondle means?
Speaker 12: No?
Speaker 3: I don't.
Speaker 9: Crazy, satuous?
Speaker 3: I do.
Speaker 9: How do I look better? Of course I look better?
Can you tell I've been crying? No, Now we'll talk.
Speaker 3: Did you like the novel?
Speaker 9: There'll be more explicit mister Clover, I'm always reading What novel?
Speaker 3: Did you mean William Walter's novel?
Speaker 9: Do you know something? I told you? I loved the
boy Ndeed even after he was so cruel to me?
Speaker 3: What about the no missus Kirk.
Speaker 9: But that's what I mean. He didn't even let me
read it, after all I did for him.
Speaker 3: Maybe you didn't understand me, missus Kirk. I said, I
saw mister Jones down in Greenwich Village.
Speaker 9: He's alive about what about anything? He told you?
Speaker 3: He said you picked up Walter's novel a couple of
days ago. I don't think he lied. Nobody else has
that manuscript.
Speaker 9: And I suppose nobody we'll ever read it.
Speaker 3: I suppose not, missus Kirk. Yea, you told me how
hard you worked to foster the boys talent, how you
brought me here to New York, how everything was wrapped
up in that boy in his novel. Doesn't it bother
you that the manuscript is missing?
Speaker 9: Well?
Speaker 6: Do you have it?
Speaker 5: No?
Speaker 9: No, I do.
Speaker 3: Did you destroy it? Did you?
Speaker 9: What difference does it mean?
Speaker 3: I'm just curious to know what the novel is about.
Speaker 8: That song I bend it before, I read it. As
soon as I got it here, I tore it up
and bend it.
Speaker 3: That was the first part of it, wasn't it what
to destroy everything about.
Speaker 9: The boy, destroy somebody you loved.
Speaker 3: How can you say that you loved him? All right?
Only he was going to marry Pegramsey. Did he show
you the marriage life?
Speaker 9: He was never going to marry that Gily just wanted
his novel published, that's all.
Speaker 3: No marriage license usually means marriage. They were going to
keep it secret, but they told you because you deserved
to know, deserved you know.
Speaker 9: Do you know why? They told me to be cruel
to me, to laugh at me, to sat me in
the face with it.
Speaker 3: So you killed her?
Speaker 8: Do you know what she said to me? Do you
know what that girl said to me? I'll pay you
for the train there you was spent to bring him
to New York? If I had killed her, could you
blame me?
Speaker 3: But the boy? You said your love to him?
Speaker 9: Him sitting there.
Speaker 8: When I came into the room, I was ready to
forgive him everything. I walked over to him, put my
hands around his back. He shrugged him off, kept writing
writing a note to a.
Speaker 9: Girl who was Did you ever hear anything? It's crazy
that not to a dead girl.
Speaker 3: We thought it was a suicide note.
Speaker 8: And he went over to the bed and he sprawled
out and put his hands behind his head, and then
he stared at me.
Speaker 3: He stared hate at me, because you had killed Pegramsy.
Speaker 9: He knew it, and he didn't go to the police.
That made me think he still loved me.
Speaker 3: Why didn't he go to the police, because he.
Speaker 9: I crawled back to him.
Speaker 8: He wanted me there so we could tell me how
much hate he had for me, how much he despised me.
Speaker 3: You didn't give him a chance. You destroyed him everything
that he touched. You destroyed the final thing to ride
on a train, and.
Speaker 8: He'd be back there with a baggage, the litter and
the animals.
Speaker 3: Let's go, missus Kirk.
Speaker 9: No one's going to do that to me what he
did not to me. Who did he think he was?
Speaker 3: Let's go. Night bursts opened like a sudden flame on Broadway.
The crowd swarm dances between the silhouettes of a thousand buildings, dances.
It's fury away against the time of morning, until the
knight soaks up the sound and pain and colored and
turns it into dawn. It's Broadway, the gaudiest, the most Violent,
the lonesomest mile in the world. Broadway My Beat.
Speaker 4: Broadway's My Beat stars Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover,
with Charles Calvert as Tartaglia and Jack Krushian as Muggovin.
The program was produced and directed by Elliot Lewis, with
musical score composed and conducted by Alexander Courage. In tonight's story,
Betty lou Gerson was heard as Janice Kirk. Featured in
the cast were Stan Waxman, Deeve Roberts, and David Wolf.
You've probably heard the poets sing the praises of running Brooks,
babbling Brooks, and he who brooks no evil, But you'll
sing the praises yourself of our miss Brooks, starring Eve
Arden Sunday nights on most of these same CBS radio
stations as Connie Brooks. Eve Arden is sometimes running after
a man, often babbling about men, and she brooks no
evil that interferes with her pursuit of a man. So
maybe the poets should sing her praises too, our miss Brooks,
this is fun to here. Sunday nights on the CBS
Radio Bill Anders speaking and remember Edgar Bergan and Johnny
McCarthy opened a fire on Your Funny Bone Sunday nights
on the CBS Radio network.
Speaker 2: Mm hmm, welcome back.
Speaker 1: Well, not actually all that unusual for a writer to
write a letter to a dead woman, because writers right,
and that's how they process. So I have to disagree
with our villain there. Well, listener comments and feedback now,
and we have a comment from Jeff who writes regarding
the Alex Raymond murder case, You're so right about Gordon.
He is obnoxious and needs to be put in his place. Well,
we've got quite a few episodes of Broadways My Beat left,
so hopefully in one of those episodes it'll look her.
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Speaker 12: You and your sister lived alone here in the house,
did you, ma'am?
Speaker 9: Yes, Dorothy and I and the maids.
Speaker 10: I don't want to stay here after what's happened, though,
I'm going to my cousins in Vermont everyone to see
this place again.
Speaker 12: This, ma'am, understand how soon after you met Reynolds did
he marry your sister?
Speaker 9: A little over two weeks.
Speaker 10: He'd been seeing her almost every night, taking her out,
dance to the theaters, big dinners, bringing her home late
and sit here in the living room. I could hear
them from my bedroom upstairs, laughing, him telling her how
beautiful she was.
Speaker 9: Forty two year old woman.
Speaker 3: Imagine that you're about the same age, or sister was.
Speaker 10: Just about a little older. People always took us for twins,
though there's a snapshot of me taking in my twenties.
Speaker 9: The boy with me there.
Speaker 10: He wanted to marry me my money, of course, that's
all he wanted, too bad. Dorothy never seemed to realize
that about men. Girls from wealthy families have to be careful.
Speaker 12: And we understand Rayl's took your sister out of town
to be married as any.
Speaker 10: Yes, Las Vegas Reynolds had told her his bank funds
were tied up temporarily in a Canadian bank. He wrote
Dorothy a check for ten thousand dollars and she gave
him her check for the same amount. He said he
wanted to book reservations for around the world trip for
both of them. I see the same day Dorothy gave
him the check, he cashed it. The bank called her
about it, and she said it was perfectly all right.
Nour After he cashed at, Reynolds disappeared, no trace having
Of course, it's check's worthless.
Speaker 12: We found that out, and you figured that's the only
reason your sister took her own life.
Speaker 3: There's no other reason.
Speaker 10: Wasn't the money so much?
Speaker 3: Dorothy has her share of the estate.
Speaker 10: It's a shame, I suppose, awful shame, disappointment. She should
have known better a woman her age.
Speaker 1: I hope he'll be with us then in the meantime,
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