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Welcome to the Great Detectives of Old Time Radio from Boise, Idaho.This is your host, Adam Graham.We'll bring you this week's episode of Broadway's My Beat in just a moment.
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latest Patreon supporter at the rookie level of two dollars or more per month at patreon.greatdetectives.net.Thank you so much for your support, James.And now, from December 17th, 1949, here is the Henry Baker murder case.
Broadway's my beat.From Times Square to Columbus Circle, the gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesomest mile in the world.
Broadway's My Beat with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover.
Broadway.It's a tensile wilderness of steel and of stone.The foliage of darkness is thick and unyielding.You make circles and pretend you're not lost. You make circles and walk and try to break through.Then you get the message.It can't be done.
Because it's a cage, a big cage.The animal cries you heard were your own.It's Broadway, my beat.
At 10 o'clock of a bright December morning, Broadway's music shops open their loudspeakers, and Broadway wears a scrubbed face, a new haircut, and a flashy smile arranged to look appealing and innocent, because Broadway is on its way to con Santa Claus.
Then you get a look at yourself in a mirror decked with holly, and you know you're doing the same thing.So you drop a coin in the pot.Thank you, Danny.It feels good inside.
And then at 46th Street, you see Patrolman Meshachoff ad-libbing his way through a crowd, but he's got a tight hand on a little guy with gentle and tired blue eyes.
All right, townspeople, all right, the party's over, so make way for me and Santa Claus, huh, townspeople?
Me too, patrolman Mashakov.
Oh, Danny.I didn't notice you in the round of my appointed duties.And your duties?This little guy here, you see him?I see him.Hello.Hello.This little guy, he's crazy, Danny.Lost his marbles like Meshuggah.You know what I mean?I'm not crazy.
I'm only doing what I have to do.You have to do this? You have to give away $10 bills in the middle of Broadway?This is not only a hindrance to the flow of traffic, it smacks also of holes in the head.
You tell me about it, mister.
I'll tell you, Danny, even if it breaks my heart.This sweet little character is a potential client for Bellevue.He tells me he's got 50 grand to give away.
Let him tell me, Hamashikov.Would you like a hot cup of coffee, mister?It's pretty cold out here.I'd like it, thank you.
How about the automatic, okay?Oh, very nice.Let's go. He's a very nice man, that patrolman Meshachov.He has a kind heart.I tried to give him $10, but he wouldn't take it.
Will you take it for him?All right.We'll put it in the policeman's fund.After you, mister.
Here, I got a couple of nickels.You want coffee or chocolate?
Chocolate would be nice. You think I'm crazy too?
You look like a man who worked hard for all that money.Why are you giving it away?Here's your chocolate.
Oh, thank you.I give it away because it's my duty to share it with those who need it.
Those people in the street, maybe they're just greedy.Here's a place.We can stand at this counter.
Sugar?Thank you.Some people buy yachts with money.I buy little boats in people's hearts. Maybe they'll still be sailing when I'm no longer here to wave them on their way.
You'll be here a long time, Mr... Henry Baker.
No.I won't be here for long because I'm going to be murdered.What?My brother George.He'll murder me because he wants my $50,000.And I want to give it away before he kills me. What's your name?
Look, I don't quite... You're a policeman, aren't you?
Then you'll protect me until I give all that money away.You'll do that, won't you, Mr. Clover?
Kindness is in your face, Mr. Clover.Look, Mr. Baker, you've done enough for today.Why don't you go home and rest?If there's any trouble, call me right away.Just give your name and they'll put you through to me.
I may call you at any time?
All right. Now I'll go home.Thank you for the chocolate, Mr. Clover.It was very kind.
Danny, there's a Mr. George Baker wants to see you.
Oh, show him in.Okay, Danny.
Right in here, Mr. Baker.Thank you.
Yes.What can I do for you?
Sit down.Thank you. I just learned you had a little talk with my brother.So?So this.I've come to ask you not to have him put away.You think he should be put away?Well, he's mad.Oh, I won't quibble with you.I just know that.
Mr. Baker, I talked to your brother a long time.I think you can be proud of him.Proud?
Hardly that.Making a fortune and giving it to drifters.Well, that's his own affair, I suppose. But it's the other thing.Which is?His insane delusion that I want to murder him.
Yet you don't want him committed to an institution.Why?
Well, I'm sorry for him.He means no harm.I try to help him.How?Well, I arranged that he be taken care of by a doctor.Oh, I'm glad you did.What doctor?An expensive one, Dr. Michael Sinclair.Dr. Michael Sinclair, I see.
Oh, pardon me a minute.Yeah, sure.Danny Clover speaking.
He dead, Henry?When was this?
Just now.Just this instant.He shot at me, but he didn't get me.
I'm glad to hear it, Henry.
You'll have to do something, Danny.Promise me you'll do something.
Where are you?2150 East 20th Street.
I'll be right down.Your brother, Mr. Baker.
You'll have to excuse me.I gotta get down there.He says there's been another attempt on his life.
A gentle knock does it, Mac.Shall we try again?If you've got time to play, you've got nothing important to do here.Point yourself north, kid.Yeah.
Now we stop rubbing noses, huh?Now we discuss our problems.You think so?I say we play some more.Copper.
Lush to my shoes when I say it.I'm from the police.
Oh, so I can't bang on you, huh?I gotta throw my hands back against the wall and drop my jaw and say, golly.I gotta do that because you're from the police.Do it.It'll make me feel important.Where are you from? From hair.Landlord.
I had cards printed once that said, Ben Croft, landlord.They got sticky on a hot day and melted, but I ain't changed.You want to crumb your room?I want to see Henry Baker.Huh?I got a theory you want to hear, I'll tell you.
A cop puts you in eight hours a day with the city ordinances and a gun and phony muscle.That gives him 16 hours left to be a grabber.That's why you want to see Baker, grabber.You an off-duty cop.
Look, I'm working.I'm between card-punching time.So when I say a question, you say an answer. What's your interest in Henry Baker?
I like him.Answer.Like why?Because sometimes I talk to him, then I can stand to look in the mirror.Answer.Try this.Why didn't you want to let me in?Because people come here, try to get the little guy's dough from him.
Because he's got a crazy idea someone's gonna walk in and kill him.Because... Maybe he isn't kidding.Let's go.In here.
He's trying to kill me.Who?Who was it?George, my brother.I saw him.He shot at me from the alley.
The shot came through the window, but there's no one out here now.
He was waiting for me there outside in the alley.Then he took a shot at me.
I see.You're sure it was your brother.
I know my brother, don't I?
Sure you do.What's this sticking out from under the bed?
No.Yeah.Yeah, your suitcase.
Holy... Almost $50,000, Mr. Clover.Have a $10 bill.Go ahead, take some.You're my friend and I want to have some.
I didn't tell Henry Baker that what I'd seen sticking out from under his bed was a gun that had just been fired.I didn't tell him that the window glass had fallen into the alley outside.
And I didn't tell him that all that meant he had fired the shot himself from inside his room and through the window.He didn't even know his brother couldn't possibly have been there.
I couldn't let him know I saw through his child's game of attempted murder.But I could take the gun away with me, and I could call on his doctor, because a doctor is where you go when someone important to you is sick.
I'd like to see Dr. Sinclair.Is he in?
I'm Dr. Sinclair. Won't you come in?
Dr. Michael Sinclair was the least medical-looking girl I ever saw.She wore a dress of some metallic cloth that shimmered in the afternoon light.And in her eyes was a kind of grave-mocking smile.
And her mouth... her mouth... The way you look at me, I wouldn't diagnose as neurotic.Not in the least.
I'm sorry.It's only that... That what?I don't know.You're the doctor.
It's that I'm a woman doctor, and women doctors are rare, wasn't that it?
And women have the vote, give their seats to nice old gentlemen in subways, get their PhDs in psychology at Hunter College in the Bronx.You feel better now?
I'm a policeman, Doctor.Danny Clover.I want to talk to you about a patient of yours.Henry Baker.
He tells me his brother is trying to kill him.
Yes, that's what he told me.
When did he first come to you?
About two weeks ago.His brother sent him to me. What's your interest in Mr. Baker?Has he committed a crime?
No.It's only that he's a friend.I want to help, if I can.
Yes, he does have a lot of money, doesn't he, Mr. Clover?And he gives it away.
It's good you're a woman.
Don't be angry.I find greed universal.I have it myself.I just diagnosed you incorrectly, that's all.Or did I?
You keep records of everything Baker tells you?
Of everything everyone tells me.I record it on tape. New world, new methods.I find it more revealing and more accurate than taking notes.
May I hear Baker's recording?
Mr. Clover, what he says to me is in the nature of a confessional.I see no need to trespass on Mr. Baker's privacy.That's a law, isn't it?
Is it?I'd like to hear the recording, please.
I guess there's no harm done.I'll get it since you're a friend.Here it is. You'll find, Mr. Clover, that Henry's case is the usual one of sibling rivalry.More intense, perhaps?More outward-going?More bizarre?
How do you play this thing?
Why should he keep imagining his brothers trying to kill him?
That's my problem, Mr. Clover, and I... Shh.That's me.Everything, just as it comes to you.
It began when I sold my truck farm and took all the money and savings and started to give it away.I said to him, George, why do you want to kill me?You want my money.That's why you want to kill me.
It's all like that, Mr. Clover.A recurring aberration.
You think it's only that, eh?There couldn't be any truth in it.
How often do you treat him?
Every day.As a matter of fact, he should have been here an hour ago.
I called his rooming house.He wasn't there.I called his brother.Not there.Do you have any idea where he might be?
You go away.I gave you $10 this morning.I remember your face.Here you are, sir.Henry, come here.Oh, hello, Mr. Clover. Oh, you're angry at me for giving away money again, aren't you?
No, no, I'm not angry, Henry.
Shall we have another cup of chocolate?Oh, that would be nice.All right, Henry.Oh, but I can't.I just remembered.I have an appointment with Dr. Sinclair.Would you like to come along?
Oh, Mr. Clover.What's the matter?
His body slumped to the pavement and his face stared up at me.It was a face from which everything had fled.
Terror, the waiting, the protest against pain, the slender knife between his ribs, the blood that nudged from the corner of his lips was the shape of his dying.Suddenly the crowd was aware that death had touched them.
The confusion welled out from near the dead man.Eddie then broke itself into the fragments of people shopping for a happy Christmas.And with them,
Inside the sudden spasms of shock and motion, and lost, was a person who had just killed a friend of mine.
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You've got to listen close on Broadway.That's the only way you can tell if the sudden sound you just heard was laughter or anguish.Not that it makes a lot of difference.Broadway reacts to clowns and dead men in pretty nearly the same way.
And the dead man you saw lying in the blood of his death on a holiday pavement, you tell your family about.How the policeman pushed you back, but you saw anyhow.But you didn't tell how somebody came and swirled a mop over the sidewalk.
Because somehow you knew that was his final recognition.The requiem for a man who had just died.But I saw it.I had to stay till the end.Until Henry Baker was shrouded and carried away.Until Henry Baker was made a matter of official concern.
Then I left.I had to go to a place.
Yeah?Oh, it's you, the police fella.Yeah, Croft, me. Then come on in out of the snow and cold and the dismal elements.See, I'm doing the right thing by you.Stick around.I got a bowing and scraping act that'll tug your heartstring to pieces.
Henry Baker is dead.Did you hear what I said, Croft?
I... I heard him.He said it once more.
See, it don't pay.It don't pay at all. Good little guy with a good idea, being nice, the world couldn't stomach him.Breaks you up, huh?Yeah, I don't show it good, do I?Because I don't know the words how to talk about it.
To a high school graduate like you, I ain't being crushed enough.How did he die?
The world slipped a knife in his back, a real one.I don't want to repeat myself this time, Croft.
Who would want to kill him?
I don't know you for a lifetime, Croft.So I'd say you might.
Yeah, you'd have to say that.That's so you can smile when you draw your pay.You're being a keen police fellow.
Yeah, this keen.How come you got a hat and muffler on?The temperature's fine in here.
I've been out.Smell my breath, you'll see.
Around Broadway and 46?Uh-uh, nowhere near that.Stick around, Croft.I'm going down to Baker's room.A matter of $50,000 in a suitcase. Where's the light switch?Better.Under the bed.No suitcase.Maybe he found another hiding place.Not in the closet.
Maybe in the bureau.Hey, who turned out the light? Somewhere I heard it, caught hold of it, and wouldn't let it go.Christmas bells banging an offbeat rhythm to a dream I never had before.
I was in the middle of a room, which was in the middle of a room, which was in the middle of a room, and far away, far, far away was a little man with a blood-red $10 bill tucked in his coat lapel.Then he did a clever thing.He did a backflip.
When he stood up, it wasn't him at all. Her name was... It didn't make any difference.She was dressed in metallic cloth and her mouth... Her mouth said I'd better get up.So I did.I looked for Ben Croft and he wasn't there.
So the thing for me to do was to get back to the office.So I did.
Is Dr. Michaelson glad to see you, Danny?
Huh?I'll show her in to Tiger.Okay.
Thank you, sir.Thank you for everything.Surprised to see me, Mr. Klover?
Yes.I'm a very busy doctor, and I know you're a busy, busy man, so I'll come right to the point.I want Henry Baker's money, all that was left of it.
Oh?You're his widow?Henry never told me.Neither did you.
Nothing quite so cheap as that, Mr. Clover.Henry promised me his money.Every visit to my office, he promised me.He said that when he died, he wanted me to have whatever money was left because I was good and kind and helped sick people.
Henry said all that?On a tape recording?No.
No, that was our own secret.When a man says things like that to a girl, a girl doctor, Mr. Clover, She wouldn't record it as if it were a symptom of a wandering mind.Now, would she?
I wouldn't know.And I wouldn't want to keep you from your appointed rounds, Doctor.So many people must be crying out for you.
You're saying I don't get the money?
I'm saying we haven't got it.I'm saying a girl with a bright, shining mind like yours can make her own way in the world without robbing the dead.
I'm saying... Quite enough.And all of it insulting.
Ain't it the truth?Thank you, Doctor. Happy neurosis, doctor.I was glad when she went.Anyhow, she ruined the decor of my office.
I made a note to splatter the place with wax roses, then have her in again, which constituted the mixed-up daydream for the day.Right now, there was a man I had to see.George Baker, loving brother and sole living heir of a murdered man.
I wondered how he reacted to the news.At his home, I found out.I have nothing to say to you, Mr. Clover.You don't understand about policemen, do you, Mr. Baker?When they intrude upon grief, they're intruders.
I started to talk about your not understanding policemen.We got a right to make a nuisance of ourselves, Mr. Baker.The public demands it.What do you want to know?You thought your brother was mad, didn't you?
I told you that.Of course Henry was mad.He gave away money.Money?What money?Money that was in a suitcase under his bed.Do you have the suitcase?Me? You have it.
I don't have it.Then find it.
It's mine.I'm his only living relative.Take it easy.Take what easy?
It's mine.See what I mean, Mr. Baker?What?See what I mean?You want that money so badly, maybe you'd kill for it.Get out of here!You can't say that to the law without nudging me with your elbow and smiling.You know that, Mr. Baker.
I'll post a suitable reward.Does that interest you, Mr. Clover?A reward?
I know men like you, Mr. Clover.You're greedy.You're holding out for a price.So I'll give it to you.I'll give you 20 percent.Baker?25 percent.Help me, Baker.No, no, no.
Don't hit me.No, I wouldn't do that.I'll just throw you away.
Danny, Danny, I'm glad you're back.Patrol and Meshikov picked up Croft.They're in your office.Hey, Danny, Danny, what's the matter?
Oh, Danny, I picked up Croft here at the Eagle Tavern.He was spending money like a drunken sailor.
Yeah, get out of here, Meshikov.
You ran away, Croft.Tell me, bitter, bitter men like you, you always run away?
Sometimes. Things leave a bad taste in your mouth sometimes, like you.You do that to me.Now you know.You slugged me, beat me up.That makes you feel good, huh?It would have, but I didn't have the pleasure.
Maybe I can arrange it sometime.Just you and me.A pleasure.First, tell me about the doll. The dough that flowed like wine.
It was give to me, give to me by a little guy who had a healthier brain than all of us.That includes you and me.Baker gave you the money?How much?A hundred bucks.Ten crispy saw bucks.That makes a hundred bucks.
That made you a big man on Second Avenue.No, you haven't got it right, Mr. Clover.Baker gave me the dough.He made me promise to toast his way to heaven when he died.This I was doing when your bull walked in and snuck it up.
You could have followed Baker up to Broadway.
You could have stood in the crowd and slipped a knife into him.
And you could have taken his dough and hidden it.Ah, you want to know something, Clover? bare my soul to you.None of that what you said could I do.It's a weakness with me how I'm in love with good people.
Yeah.Yeah.Baker sometime had callers in his room.Yeah?The callers.
His brother.His brother.His doctor. His what?His doctor, a perfume doctor with the body of a girl and the legs of a girl.Like how often?Like practically every day, it was a thing a man could look forward to.
Her with her little black case and a smile that said... Hey, policeman, where are you going?I ain't finished with my confession.
Oh, Mr. Clover.What an exciting surprise.
Professional visit or social?Perhaps we could combine them, you and I. But not out here.
Inside, Doctor.You won't mind if the place is a mess.Not at all.You know, Doctor, I've... I've a problem.I miss my old friend.
That's my laboratory.I allow no one in here.
But, Doctor, how can I get well if you keep secrets from me?Yeah, what are all these little cardboard boxes?
The recordings of my patients.
Here's Henry Baker's.Mind if I listen to it on the recorder here?Maybe Henry said something on this tape I didn't hear before.
You heard all that was important?
Not everything, doctor.Like how it was you who visited him and not vice versa, like you told me.Practicing psychologists do that now?They visit the patient?
Uh-huh. Oh, closet full of test tubes and bottles.Very medical for an unmedical doctor.
Are you always nosy like this?
Call it an occupational disease.What do you think happened to Henry's money?As a psychologist, your guess might be better than a cop's.
Pretty bedroom.Planning a trip, doctor?
That's good, because this suitcase, it's kind of shabby for a career girl like you.
Leave it alone, Mr. Clover.
And the initials, HB.What do they stand for, Doctor?Michael Sinclair in code?I have bad habits, Doctor.I open other people's mail and suitcases marked with the initials of Henry Baker.Hmm.All these $10 bills.
They could have made Henry so many friends.
He gave it to me.He gave it to me because I cured his fixation.
They cure it with murder now?Let's go, Doctor.Grab a hat or something and let's go.
That must be a patient, Mr. Clover.May I answer it?
Yeah.I'll wait in your laboratory.Tell your patient you're busy.And, Doctor... Yes?Remember, nothing fancy.Just tell him to go away.
I'm sorry, but you can't... Don't be sorry about anything.
Can't I?Can't I, Doctor? I'm in all right.Now give me my brother's money.
Give it to me.Give it to me or I'll beat you up just as I did that policeman.He wanted that money for himself like you do.Give it to me.
It's in there, in that room, my laboratory.
Good, good, very good.I sold my truck farm and took all the money and savings and started to give it away.I said to him, George, why do you want to kill me?It's Henry.
He's alive.But I killed him.I killed him. I'll kill him again.I'll kill him over and over again.I'll kill him.Baker!Baker!I'll kill you, Henry.I'll kill you, Henry.
It makes me feel good to give it away to people.I'll kill you, Baker.I'll kill you.He needs friends.That way, when you leave this world, you'll be remembered.What more could be a man ask?You should see their faces when I give it to them.
Don't look like that, Danny.Happy.You had to kill him.
Okay, doctor, get your hat.And so it was over, done.A little man had given away pieces of his heart in kindness until it was shattered finally by violence.And his murderer, his brother, two bullets had fixed the mask of greed on his face.
Michael Sinclair, She had the money all the time.She cried when we took it away from her.But it didn't do her any good.Not a bit of good. The furious avenue of the night is still.It stretches out in front of you without beginning, without end.
Only the sleepwalkers are there, the handful whose lust for a dream or reality is never through.The seekers, the sordid, the huggers close of nothing.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 and is written by Morton Fine and David Friedkin.
The musical score was composed by Alexander Courage and conducted by Wilbur Hatch, and the program is produced and directed by Elliott Lewis.
The cast tonight included Charles Calvert, Jerry Hausner, Rolf Sedan, Byron Kane, Lou Merrill, and Joan Banks. A week to go and Christmas and its problems of shopping and presents grow serious in the minds of most of us.
With a lighter approach to Christmas, may we suggest you spend Sunday evening with Jack Benny, Amos and Andy, Red Skelton, Charlie McCarthy and Bergen, with Eve Arden and all the other famous CBS Sunday night entertainers.
Now stay tuned for Sing It Again, which follows immediately on most of these same CBS stations.Joe Walter speaking.This is CBS where you find Broadway Is My Beat every Saturday night, the Columbia Broadcasting System.
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Welcome back!This was not a proper Christmas episode, despite the Christmas trappings of the stories.There is a Christmas episode, which we'll skip over for now and come back to in December.
However, it does call to mind a Christmas episode of Casey Crime Photographer, the Santa Claus of Bums Avenue, only with a far darker turn of events.
The episode also ties into a recurring theme in many golden age media productions where a generous rich person becomes the subject of action to have them committed or declared incompetent. There have been numerous examples of this.
One that really stands out to me because I saw it so often when I was growing up is the Fred McMurray movie, Follow Me Boys, where a greedy nephew tried to suggest his aunt was incompetent to manage her own affairs when she planned to give the local Boy Scout troop a piece of property that their clubhouse was on.
These sort of tropes are used less often today as it's just a lot harder to get a rich person committed or declared incompetent.But what this episode says is if you think that
Over-the-top generosity may be a sign of insanity or that you're not competent to manage your affairs.What about greed?And the story really is about greed in its most extreme, second-to-prey form.
It's the irony that Henry Baker might be considered a candidate for commitment and was sent to a doctor for expensive treatments, but no one would consider the same for his brother's greed, which was shown to be far more dangerous, even though we tend to act like greed is completely normal.
Dr. Sinclair was as greedy as the brother, but she was also unwise in going to Clover to try and lay claim to the money.It was meant to throw suspicion off her for having the money, but her claim was bizarre that it really was a bit of a red flag.
If the police had the money, they wouldn't decide who got it.The whole estate would go through probate. And of course, any court would find her claim for the money laughably weak.
Oh, you've got a verbal request from your patient to give you all of his money and no one to back it up.Any functioning adult knows that's not going to work.
The idea of a woman with a PhD walking into police headquarters with the expectation that Danny's going to hand her the money is just ridiculous.
Now there is an interesting note on the radio gold index page for this episode, which I don't quite know what it means.It says the program may be dated April 24th, 1949.That's odd because given the Christmas trappings,
it seems to belong in December.
Furthermore, the series in April was airing in New York with Anthony Ross in the lead role, so I'm not sure what to make of it, but it suggests that the basic plot may have been first used on the New York series with Fine and Freak in adding their own touches in terms of the dialogue
and the setting.April 24th, 1949 was a week after Easter, so this broadcast would have had a different mood and feel.
But I could definitely see Anthony Ross performing in this sort of plot, but it's a puzzling note, but I just thought I'd let you know about it.
Well, now we turn to listener comments and feedback, and we start with a comment from Jim, who writes in regarding our 15th anniversary special, I don't think I'd heard Box 13 before.Your comment about it feeling like a pilot is spot on.
The episode really wheels in the first act.Great work as always.Your comments and curation add great value to the listening experience.Well, thank you so much, Jim.Box 13 definitely does get better after that first episode and really hits a stride.
It does make me wonder whether I should consider Box 13 for Sunday Encores.I generally try to play stuff that's from way back, and we went through Box 13 a second time back in Season 11 and the first few weeks of Season 12, but I'll think about it.
Over on the site called X, Paul writes, She sauntered in, moving slowly from side to side like 118 pounds of warm smoke.I remember hearing that the first time around and thinking I'm going to like this show, and I definitely did.
Great to hear it again."Well, thanks so much, Paul.And that was definitely a memorable quote.And you might think that that would be a great memorable line to put in the first episode. except it wasn't actually the first episode.
It's just the first in circulation for many, many years, but it had that great line in there and wasn't unlike the rest of the series, which was just chock full of all of these amazing bits of dialogue.Well, now on to some Broadway's My Beat.
specific comments, and we start out with Vicky, who has a comment regarding the Sherman Gates murder case over on Spotify.This episode is 100%.I love it.Great comment in regards to that specific episode.
Regarding the Mary Gilbert case on YouTube, Reincer comments that Alexander Courage, who wrote the theme to Broadway's My Beat, also wrote the theme for Star Trek The Original Series.
Thanks for the comment, and that's an incredible connection and a reminder about how many of those who were involved in the golden age of radio continue to have an impact on television.I had not made that connection, but Definitely makes sense.
And then Jerry writes, this is an outstanding story with great acting.And Terry has a thank you very much.Well, thank you.I appreciate you taking the time to comment on YouTube.Now it is time to thank our Patreon supporter of the day.
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We'll be back next Wednesday with another episode of Broadway's My Beat, but join us back here tomorrow for Mr. and Mrs. North, where... The tag here says he is champion Peter Cavalier.
I knew it!Did you also know he belonged to, let's see, La Conteste de la Porte?Oh, I can just see myself now walking down Madison Avenue with Peter on the leash.Uh-huh.And I would bow to you and kiss your hand.Jerry, you're silly.
And I would say, Countess, you have the most beautiful dog I have ever seen.Oh, please.There is nothing in the world I would love more than to pat your dog sometimes, Countess.Please.And not another word, Countess.
Jerry, there's somebody breathing down the back of my neck.Huh?That's right.Hey, you, stop breathing down the back of her neck.I'm doing it only in the line of duty, pal.
Jerry, there's somebody right behind you.No, friend.Don't turn around.Introductions later.Hey, what is this?This is a snatch. I hope you'll be with us then.In the meantime, send your comments to box13 at greatdetectives.net.
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