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net Now. From October twenty seventh, nineteen fifty here is
the Harold Clark murder Case.
Speaker 2: Broadways My Beat from Times Square to Columbus Circle. The gaudiest,
the most violent, the lonesomest mile in the world. Broadways
My Beat with Larry Thor as Detective Benny. It's the
journey to the end of all the other streets in
the world. This Broadway you turn a corner and you're there.
You walk slowly, you lean your heart against it. Then
something explodes in your face and you run and you're
one of the crowd. You shop for the kicks, the
bargains and the heartbreak, and inevitably you find it one
or the other, like I did on the street of
the Tired apartment houses, a street least on the premise
that both parents should work so they can come home,
smile bravely at each other, beat their children, then snore.
The seven pm when I walked up to the second
floor landing of the l Royal Apartments in answer to
a call, Detective Muggabun was waiting for me.
Speaker 3: There he is Denny on the floor over by the ranny.
Speaker 2: Uh huh, who is he?
Speaker 1: Hey?
Speaker 4: Why don't you people break it up? Go on, get
back to your apartments. You read all about it in
the paper.
Speaker 2: Who is he? Muggivin?
Speaker 3: Name is Harold Clark, lives apartment two c married, no children,
dead from two thirty eight slugs in his chest.
Speaker 2: That's who he is. Who killed him?
Speaker 3: Tenant named Lloyd Raymie had the apartment right here two
A blasted mister Clark right through the door. Two shots connected.
Speaker 5: With both You see.
Speaker 3: Two shots right through the door here here?
Speaker 2: Uh huh? What about Lloyd Raymie killer? Nothing?
Speaker 3: He shot Clark and took a fire escape exit through
his own room.
Speaker 2: What else, muggervan? What about the rest of the tenants?
They know anything about Raymie?
Speaker 3: I asked them. They shake their heads.
Speaker 2: No, okay, ask them some more. You said Clark was married.
Speaker 3: His wife is home.
Speaker 2: Thanks, missus Clark, it's the police, Miss Clark, I've got
please come in. Excuse the way I look, of course,
Missus Clark.
Speaker 6: Do you want me to say to you? Excuse the
way I look? Excuse the way the apartment looks, the
way my husband looks lying out there in the hall
in his undershirt. What else can I say to you?
I'm sorry about it.
Speaker 2: I've got to ask you some questions.
Speaker 6: I know all about that.
Speaker 5: There see.
Speaker 6: I here, Detective. Did you ever own a gun? Suspect? No, sir,
I did not. Detective did you shoot this man? Suspect? No, sir,
I did not. Just like in these true type detective
story magazines, I read them all the time, I know
all about what you've got to do.
Speaker 2: All right, then it'll make it a lot easier.
Speaker 6: If you're going to ask me did I shoot my husband,
I'm going to say no, sir, I did not.
Speaker 2: We know you didn't.
Speaker 6: Don't be too sure. I was in Lloyd Ramie's apartment
when it happened.
Speaker 2: Oh, tell me about it.
Speaker 6: I went across the hall to borrow some tea bags
from mister Ramie because my husband likes tea. I must
have stayed more than ten seconds because my husband got
panicky and came after me. He knocked on the door,
mister REMI didn't even answer. He pulled out a gun
and shot.
Speaker 2: How well did you know Ramy for tea bags.
Speaker 6: With my husband? Tea bags means I'm not being true blue.
Speaker 2: Your husband was wrong, wasn't he.
Speaker 6: My husband is dead. I guess that's pretty wrong. He
knocked on the door and yelled to open it or
he'd break it down, And now he's dead because he
liked tea.
Speaker 4: Doctor Sisky.
Speaker 3: The technical boys are.
Speaker 2: Here, Danny, Oh good, I'm through here. Tell him to
go to work.
Speaker 4: Okay, I'll lock your people.
Speaker 1: Why don't you break it up?
Speaker 4: Why don't you go home? Near on the mit.
Speaker 2: They stood there, The tenants of the l Royal apartment
summoned by the violence, drawn by the clamor of the
violin dead, drawn by the cold wind that had touched
their throats and led them to the warmth of the spectacle.
A child's harsh voice ordered his father to hoist him
to his shoulder so I could see he could see better.
The father slapped him higher to cross the mount. The
child wailed and scurried down the corridor, and the father
looked after him, his eyes filled with pain and confusion
and then emptying of these things forgetting the child, remembering death.
Magovin had got one thing out of the tenants, the
fact that Lloyd Ramie, the murderer was known to a
certain party, the party being the Wilkins rental agency on
West fifty eighth Street, the farms you had to fill
out to get an apartment from them. Your life was
on a piece of paper in a wooden file box.
Go ask mister Wilkins about Lloyd Ramie. He'll have it
in the box. Mister Wilkins did mid it murder?
Speaker 6: Did he?
Speaker 4: I just go to show you, miss Glovere you never know.
Speaker 2: You never know. You found it.
Speaker 4: Mmmmm, I've found it right here to hand. Man tries
his best. Mister Clover tries to find a select clients.
Heelver's clients try as a judgeman by his clothes, his
shifting eyes, a woman hanging on his arm. Good risk,
bad risk. Man asks himself, yes, Sir Wilkins, please, you're
eating it to my time, but bid me too, eat
at yours. The things they put on a questionnaire on
the form so often the lie, sheer lie. All I
want is I know, I know information on one of
my tenants.
Speaker 2: A murder whenever you feel up to it, mister Wilkins.
Speaker 4: Thank you. According to my files, Lloyd Ramy is a
man I never set eyes upon.
Speaker 2: But you just told me no I know.
Speaker 4: But sometimes in my profession, as it must be in yours,
there are extenuating circumstances like what mister Wilkins like this
letter from Lloyd ram Let me see it. Patience, patience,
mister Cover. This letter is an extenuating circumstance because with
it came the money for a year's lease on Apartment
two a l Royal Apartments. We find questionnaires personal interviews
unnecessary when a gentleman has the foresight too, what else
does it have a few well wrought phrases stating that
he Lloyd Remy had seen our ad and the news,
had gone to the apartment, found it suitable to his needs,
and had closed find eight or year's rent dated September third,
nineteen fifty. From that day forward we rejected all other applicants.
Speaker 2: Shivered to me.
Speaker 4: I must I suppose heat apart with it. This letterhead.
He brought jaw into our lives here at the agency.
Isn't it joyful? Mm hmmm yes, Berkie sig Miller. Tattoos
and the slogan what you want where you wanted? Joyful?
Speaker 7: Huh.
Speaker 5: I'm back here. I'm by.
Speaker 4: Hi.
Speaker 5: Take it terrible right with you? Since I finished with
this sailor now, I'll still sailor boy.
Speaker 2: My name is Danny Clover.
Speaker 5: Hi, Danny, you can look at the patterns on the wall.
We're having a specialist week on mother, you know, and
is for the oars five.
Speaker 2: I'm from the police.
Speaker 5: I can give you a special on that too.
Speaker 3: He is for the oars.
Speaker 5: For some matter with you, Sailor boy?
Speaker 2: Praise is your name? Berky sig Miller?
Speaker 5: Yeah, Hey, you ain't got that tattoo? Look in your eye?
You don't want to get tattooed.
Speaker 2: Do you I want some information?
Speaker 5: Look, sailor boy, if you don't hold still, you're gonna
have the strangest looking mermaid on your chest in the navy.
What kind of information you want? Danny?
Speaker 2: The man came in here about four weeks ago and
used your stationary here stationary in your place?
Speaker 5: Oh yeah, I recall a request man dropped in for
a touch up job of a coiled rattlesnake, and he
asked me for a sheet of paper. When I was done,
I gave it to him. You got the one I
gave him in your hand.
Speaker 2: Had you ever seen the man before?
Speaker 8: No?
Speaker 5: What's he done?
Speaker 2: Murder?
Speaker 5: That's a new one. Didn't admiral once, but never a murderer. Okay,
button up your shirt, sailor boy.
Speaker 2: Have you any idea where I can find this man?
Speaker 5: There's no use you asked me any more questions, Danny,
because I couldn't give you any more answers. Just tattoos.
That's all I.
Speaker 9: Give, Danny.
Speaker 4: Danny, it is I.
Speaker 9: You're ever faithful.
Speaker 2: Hell you know likewise I'm.
Speaker 10: Sure well you seem lost, Danny, lost in some reverie
into which perhaps it is in plight that I intrude
my face.
Speaker 2: That's all right, you can stay, thank you. Well, yeah, sure,
it's all right. What's seating you, Danny?
Speaker 10: The rumor is making its way through the nooks and
crannies of police headquarters that you have lately visited a
tattoo parlor.
Speaker 2: Rumor is right, Danny.
Speaker 10: You have not gone and indulged yourself in some mad
whim or other.
Speaker 9: You have not.
Speaker 10: You don't approve, you know, well, it is not for
me to approve and not to approve, Danny. It is
only that, in a like circumstance, Mike Shrek, the ball
headed miracle detective from Philadelphia's tattoo you guessed that in
the middle of his forehead the tattoo of a snow
crystal imprinted there by a high a Larmba hailing from Tibet. Hey,
my Trek has regretted this indiscretion all his life, so
so well, I don't want the same thing to happen
to you.
Speaker 9: This regret, Danny. I won't breathe a word if.
Speaker 2: I know I can trust you, sir. Now the matter
of Lloyd Ramy, you have something for me, you know.
Speaker 10: In the matter of Lloyd Oh oh yeah. In the
matter of Lloyd Raimy, the usual standard operating procedure, all points, bulletins, timinals,
watching in relays, nothing. Hey, you can't just bodge in here, lady.
Speaker 2: You have it's all right, you know you want to
see me, miss Clark.
Speaker 6: Not particularly. I only thought that if you were cracking
your skull over the murder of my husband, maybe I.
Speaker 2: Could help sit down as Clark, there.
Speaker 6: Isn't time to be lotted down with me, mister Clover.
If you want to capture him, you better hurry. He
was just beginning the souper core when I spotted him.
Speaker 2: Lloyd Raymie.
Speaker 6: Where don't panic yourself, mister Clover. Not Lloyd Raymie, but
a man who was often a caller at the apartment
of Lloyd Raymie. Raymie was such a secretive type. I
took mental notes on his call. Where is beginning a
meal at the Hotel Adams. I dropped in there myself
for a bite. While waiting for a table, I spotted him,
who could eat? I ran quick to you with a
hot clue clutch tight in my little hand.
Speaker 2: You want it, You'll point him out to me, won't you,
missus Clark?
Speaker 6: Why else do you think I missed my dinner? There
he is, mister Clover. Which one there near the back
of the room. Man sitting at the small table against
the wall.
Speaker 2: You wait here? Mind if I sat down? Mister h
sit down.
Speaker 11: I have a drink, d sonodser.
Speaker 2: Thanks. I'm from the police.
Speaker 11: Why don't you bring a lady to.
Speaker 5: See you?
Speaker 11: Come with the lady.
Speaker 3: Go bang you the lady.
Speaker 11: I'm not feeling so good, but who needs it to
talk with a lady?
Speaker 5: Lady?
Speaker 2: You're sick, sick and drunk.
Speaker 3: Sick drunk, Go.
Speaker 7: Get the get the lady.
Speaker 2: Hey, we'd better get you to I lifted his head
up from the table and his eyes were open, open
and staring and not reacting to anything in the world.
And he's part of it. The made her d hurrying over,
the polite music, the fingerballs and the Demi task and
the philets. None of it registered. He just slumped to
the floor. I knelt over him, felt for a pulse.
There wasn't any. He was dead. You are listening to
Broadway's My Beat, written by Morton Fine and David Friedkin
and starring Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover. This Sunday,
Frank Sinatra joins Arthur Godfrey and the other fine entertainers
and programs to be heard on CBS in the afternoons.
His new show is called Meet Frank Sinatra, and you'll
hear members of Frank's studio audience being interviewed by the
voice and telling him their favorite songs. At their request,
Frank either will sing the song himself or play a
famous record. Meet Frank Sinatra will bring you a surefire
entertainment for a whole hour, starting this Sunday afternoon on
most of these same CBS stations. Broadway is generous in
many ways. It offers you for free its own private
set of values. For instance, the essence of a man's
life his worth. Measure it in terms of darkness and light.
Big Man, Big Masda bulb shining bright, so many yards
of neon, hissing his name into the screaming night. Little
Man his proper share of darkness, spectacular with burned out bulb,
sighing at a nothing. Harold Clark, the man shot down
because he had pounded on a door that was a
little man. The man at a dinner table who hadn't
recognized the feel of death who thought he was only drunk,
also a little man, as witness. How discreetly the management
tried to hide his dying from the diners hardly worth
Broadway's notice, hardly worth interrupting the choice of a pastry.
But at police headquarters he found his importance under a
microscope in a test tube, a hooded light bulb shining
down on his death, giving its shape, shining down on
the white voted figure who ran it through his fingers
analyzed it. This is it, Danny, This is what did
it to him? The cliche of poison. It bores you,
Hot Gordon.
Speaker 12: If you ask me, Danny, I'll tell you such an
unoriginal poison, cheap common.
Speaker 2: It can be boring. How is it administered? I've been
waiting for you to ask me. Get off at Gordon.
Speaker 12: Will you surprise me, Danny. I should have thought it
was normal routine that you asked questions at the hotel bar,
he was slipped into his drink. I have proof positive
you didn't ask questions. It makes Shenny happier. Yeah, I did.
Speaker 2: The bartender couldn't remember him, couldn't remember anybody. That's why
he's worked this so long, he said, because he couldn't
remember faces tough.
Speaker 12: That makes it tough when you doesn't it, Danny, you'd
think Lloyd Raymie did our fellow in what else?
Speaker 2: If you got Gordon, it's.
Speaker 12: All over there in that file. I'll help you. So
you do it, Gordon, because you're a lieutenant. Still all right,
I'll do it for you, Lieutenant. His clothes tailored, his
wallet alligator is driving, is wrapped in cellophane. It says
he had brown eyes, was five eleven, age thirty six.
It says he lived at twenty three fifty four. He's
forty seventh. That his name was Henry Gayner. You can
stop me anytime, Lieutenant. Nothing else, nothing except this package
of Orange Life savings.
Speaker 2: Have one, Danny, come on, have one? Have I analyzed them?
Homeless Orange?
Speaker 12: Goodbye, Gordon, not at all, Lloyd Rainy, Lieutenant, how are
you doing on that one?
Speaker 2: You're very welcome? Lieutenant.
Speaker 3: Hello there, good morning.
Speaker 2: Hello. My name's Danny Clover.
Speaker 3: Let's come in chat inside.
Speaker 4: Then?
Speaker 3: Now isn't this better?
Speaker 9: Uh?
Speaker 13: Sit down?
Speaker 3: Try that chair over there, the flowered tree.
Speaker 2: Tar Thanks. I started to say, I was from the police.
Speaker 3: I don't understand.
Speaker 2: There's nothing to understand, police, that's what I work for.
Speaker 3: But why do you want to see me?
Speaker 2: By the way, who are you, Tommy Lawrence? You live
here with Henry Gaynor.
Speaker 3: I did live here with Henry Gaynor. He's dead. I
read about it in the late editions. Oh oh, that's
why Henry's dead. And you're the police and you've come here.
Oh that's why.
Speaker 2: That's why tell me about Henry.
Speaker 3: Well, I advertise in the paper for a clean living
man to share this apartment. I chose Henry.
Speaker 2: Uh huh.
Speaker 3: But I made a mistake. I learned not to like him.
That's why I'm not outraged a word or sorry that
Henry's dead. He did nothing but dote on girls. He
and his buddy buddy Well, that chaser Frank Muir. If
you want his address, I don't know it, but his
phone numbers around you think you can trace it, Frank Muir,
I track him down. Where are you? He's the cause
of it all.
Speaker 2: Ooh, Henry, I detached him from his Creton grief made
him look for Frank Muir's phone number. He found it
on a path next to the phone. He did that
by lifting up a French doll and there it all was. Surprised.
I phoned meure he was at home. I told him
to stay there. He said he had a date. I
tinkled my bat into the receiver. He said he'd break
the date. When I got there, he was still doing it.
Speaker 12: Come on in, mister Clover, mix yourself up a happy
happy at the BA. And this lady I'm tugging doing
the phone, she's bit it. She don't believe I got
around bout with a policeman. Yeah, yeah, sure, honey, I
swear it's only a cap.
Speaker 2: But twenty minutes you've been holding up the phone.
Speaker 12: Honey here, Yeah, I'll prove it to you. Yeah, say
something to my lady. Proved to her you're only a man.
Speaker 2: Hang up, But well, look be a past hang up.
Speaker 12: Between the two of you shall fracture me. I don't
do this sort of thing the ladies normally.
Speaker 2: You understand, mister clover, you had a friend, Henry Gaynor.
You can say that again. He is just a word
I read in the papers, how a friend I once
had it's now gone. When did you see him last?
You think I killed him?
Speaker 12: When Henry and me had such snazzy times together on
blind dates and with your eyes open date. When did
you see him last? On the occasion when I turned
over missus Ellen Clark to.
Speaker 2: And what you heard me? That was three maybe four
saturdays ago. I make it for Missus Clark was one
of your lady friends.
Speaker 12: Like, don't get me wrong, mister Clover, Missus Clark, how
do you classify a smile filled with hidden meanings? The
touch of a knee under a checked table cloth?
Speaker 2: That was all Missus Clark was to me. That's why
you handled her over to your buddy. Wrong again.
Speaker 12: You see that plaster cast up there on the mantelpiece.
That's courtesy of irate husband, mister Clark. He found me
once with his missus waiting to catch a see club
at me broke me.
Speaker 2: Care about to grabbing mister Clover. All my friends said, no, oh,
you will excuse me.
Speaker 14: It turns out on me all right, Danny, I feel
they have been better times.
Speaker 3: Muggerling, you're always seen the papers.
Speaker 2: Uh An at the time you should have looked what
have you got in your mind? Muggling, you don't have.
Speaker 3: To bite my head off because I suggest you read
the papers. He's got a picture of Lloyd Raimie on
the front page.
Speaker 2: What yep.
Speaker 3: Only his name isn't Lloyd Rami. The name is George
Harvey something.
Speaker 9: Huh.
Speaker 2: You want me to invest a nickel in a newspaper
or you want to tell me why.
Speaker 3: We took the two bullets from the body of harrowd
Clark and checked the riflings of what we got on file.
We didn't have anything, so send him to Washington. FBI checked,
send a wire back they got with the two bullets matched.
Speaker 2: Two more bullets worth.
Speaker 3: They get him, one of them out of a murdered
bank clerk of Vincends, Indiana, the other from a woman
shot down during a liquor store robbery in Saint Louis.
Both shootings done by George Harvey, wanted by Indiana Missouri
police for murder. What does it do to you, Danny?
Speaker 2: That's a whole lot magovin.
Speaker 4: May I come in?
Speaker 5: What are you looking for?
Speaker 9: Mister?
Speaker 4: I'm Joseph Gridness. May I come in?
Speaker 2: What's on your mind? Mister Goodness?
Speaker 1: Thank you?
Speaker 4: Who do I see about the reward?
Speaker 2: Reward?
Speaker 4: Yeah, it says right here in the paper reward. And
don't you people try to talk your way out of
it either. You see right here in the front page.
Have you seen this man? It says, I've seen this man.
What about the reward? If there's a reward, we'll see
that you get it. Where did you see him?
Speaker 2: Wait?
Speaker 3: You see him? Yes?
Speaker 2: Wait's a reward. The man in charge of the reward
departments just stepped out. Oh wait sure, wait, but if
George Harvey escapes while you're waiting, you'll be held for
what will he be held for? Magavon?
Speaker 3: Aiding and betting a criminal?
Speaker 2: Aiding and a betting a criminal.
Speaker 4: Aiding and betting a criminal. The man who's picture appears
in the paper moved in this morning, next door to
me Hotel Hobart into the hall, theod floor.
Speaker 2: No, I'll just wait down the under the hall.
Speaker 3: The man said, that's what mister Griven has said.
Speaker 8: Danny here, yeah, yeah, yo, what do you want?
Speaker 2: Come on? Open up, Harvey? Move away my door. Muggling
open the door. I'll break it down.
Speaker 9: Your cops still there?
Speaker 2: Did shoot the lock off the door? Mugging?
Speaker 7: I'll kick it open.
Speaker 2: Let's go, Harvey, what's home?
Speaker 4: Come back later?
Speaker 3: Danny in that hole with you?
Speaker 2: You better call an ambulance. Muggvank and turn the radio on.
Speaker 11: Do you know it was somebody who?
Speaker 2: Can you talk? Hovey?
Speaker 11: I just talked, didn't I? Your husband chased me all
over the country just to chat with me, advertise me
in post offices, detective magazines.
Speaker 5: In a radio.
Speaker 2: Why did you kill Harold Clark?
Speaker 11: Your p Oh, my door, you saw what happened. I
thought he was a cop. Yell open the door. I'll
break it down. Cops talk like that.
Speaker 2: Did you poison a man named Henry Gaynor?
Speaker 11: I'm losing blood, cop pity?
Speaker 2: Did you poison a man named Henry Gaynor?
Speaker 11: Poison? And never in my life Henry Gainner?
Speaker 2: One more question, Hervey. Was Missus Clark in your apartment
when you killed her husband? You kidn't.
Speaker 11: That's one of the tough things about running all the time.
You never have time for a dame. She wasn't in
my apartment. You're sure I'm confessing to murder, mister, don't
try to pook me for a dame in my apartment?
Was missus Clark wasn't there?
Speaker 1: Yes?
Speaker 6: Oh, it's you, mister Clover. I know you've come to
tell me you've got my husband's murderer. Did you bring
me some good.
Speaker 3: News like that?
Speaker 2: I'll come in and tell you about it. Missus Clark,
I was.
Speaker 6: Just going to ask you to do that. My apartment
looks better now, doesn't it.
Speaker 2: How does a woman feel and the man she loves
is murdered?
Speaker 6: I felt numb at first, but I'm getting better, Harold.
My husband was a jealous man.
Speaker 2: Harold, was alm not talking about your husband. I'm talking
about Henry Gaynor, who the man you poisoned after he
refused to have anthing to do with you. You poisoned
him and brought me there to watch him die.
Speaker 6: You're crazy?
Speaker 2: Before you killed gainor did you tell him how you
arranged your husband's murder?
Speaker 6: You invited yourself in, now invite yourself out.
Speaker 5: What are you doing?
Speaker 6: What are you walking around my place?
Speaker 8: For?
Speaker 2: Place looks nice?
Speaker 6: Thanks?
Speaker 5: Get out?
Speaker 2: Really looks a lot better. Neat things in order? Were
all those true type detective story magazines I.
Speaker 6: Gave him away? A man came offered me a dollar
for all those magazines I had. I gave him five
bundles wrapped in twine.
Speaker 2: Did you save one of them? What the one with
a picture of George Harvey alias Lloyd Raymie? What to
say under his picture that he was armed, that he
was wanted for murder, that he was dangerous. Not to
approach him, but to notify the police.
Speaker 5: Get out of here.
Speaker 2: You knew your husband was bitterly jealous of God and
made him believe you were carrying on with the neighbor
across the hall.
Speaker 5: Get out.
Speaker 2: You sent him over there, knowing that trigger happy killer
would shoot him as soon as he knocked on the door,
and Harvey did, I'll kill you. Harvey said, you were
never in his apartment. You were too frightened to be
ever to talk to him. Let's gold, Missus.
Speaker 6: Clark, take your hands off me, I.
Speaker 2: Said, let's go, Missus Clark.
Speaker 6: I had it all. I had it in the palm
of my hand until you.
Speaker 2: You come on, Missus Clark.
Speaker 6: Look, look, you've got to understand. My husband was jealous.
He spoiled everything. Every man I ever looked at, you
know how it was. He ruined everything.
Speaker 5: He's spoiled everything.
Speaker 2: It's the street of the Hunter Broadway, and the smile
that's dropped at the tip of a hat, and the
lights are flung from windows out of doorways. You walk
a pavement speckled with a thousand colors. But between the
lights that's where the darkness is. It's Broadway, the gaudiest,
the most violent, the lonesomest mile in the world. Broadway
My Beat. Broadway's My Beat stars Larry Thor as Detective
Danny Clover with Charles Calvert as Tartaglia. The program was
produced and directed by Elliot Lewis, with musical score composed
and conducted by Alexander Courage. Included in the night's cast
were Kathy Lewis, Vivy Janis, Anthony Barrett, Leo Cleary, Jack
Kruschan and Ed Max, Jack Smith, Dinah Shore, Margaret Whiting,
Bob Crosby, the Andrews Sisters, Lowell Thomas, Bulah Ed Murrow.
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Speaker 1: Welcome Back. This might be one of the more nonsensical
plots on this series. I guess more nonsensical solution her
getting her husband killed. That makes sense. The problem is
that's not actually a crime, So he ended up with
this poisoning. Now, she could have killed the guy in
the restaurant and it probably would have been written off
as a heart attack, and even if it had turned
out to be poisoned, it would be really a stretch
to figure out who actually did it. Instead, she calls
the police in and ties it into the murder case,
leading to Danny digging into her past and finding information why,
and even the information he finds at the end he's
only guessing and he has no evidence, and she makes
no real firm confession other than the fact she wanted
her husband dead. It's like we read out of time
and needed a dramatic arrest. Whether it made sense or not,
So I will say on the positive side, great potential
for someone to write up the adventures of mock Shrek
he's just asking to be updated. I mean, a detective
with a forehead tattoo that is perfect for the twenty twenties.
Wonder how it goes when he tries to do undercover work. Well,
somebody will write it and we'll find out, all right. Well,
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here tomorrow for dragon. Now where police officers, ma'm we'd
like to see mister Sherman.
Speaker 13: We certainly officers, won't you come in?
Speaker 2: I thank thank you very much.
Speaker 13: I'm missus Keller from next door. I saw you around
here yesterday. Yes, ma'am, came over this morning look after
poor mister Sherman.
Speaker 2: Yes, ma'am. Well, how's he feeling today too?
Speaker 3: Well?
Speaker 13: Fixed him some nice chicken broth for lunch, and I
helped him in his wheelchair and took him out in
the backyard, out in the sun, good hot sun. It's
wonderful for his legs. He has arthritis, you know, yes.
Speaker 3: And we understand what if we could talk to him as.
Speaker 13: Kelly, Well, yes, I guess you have to. He's still
out in the back sleep in his chair. Last time
I looked. Seems ashamed of disturb him.
Speaker 3: Well, he called us at the office city wanted to
see as as soon as we could make it out here.
Speaker 13: Was it about his grandson Jimmy? They found him yet
no man.
Speaker 4: Searching parties calming the area, there's still no trace of
the boy.
Speaker 3: Did any of the other officers who were out here
covering the neighborhood talk to you, miss Kelly.
Speaker 13: Oh, yes, there was mister Lorman, Detective Lourman. I told
him everything I knew about Jimmy's disappearance. It was right
after dinner hour on Monday, about six thirty. Last time
I saw Jimmy, I see. I came out the side
door at empty the garbage and I saw Jimmy hiking
up the side of the hill there just in back
the house, all by himself. Nice boy.
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