Broadway’s My Beat: The Bob Foster Murder Case (EP5093)

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0:28 Welcome to the Great Detectives of Old Time Radio from Boise, Idaho. This is your host, Adam Graham. In a moment, we're going to bring you this week's episode of Broadway's My Beat. But first, I want to encourage you, if you're enjoying the podcast, please follow us using your favorite podcast software.

0:48 And I want to also let you know that today's program is brought to you in part by the financial support of our listeners. You can support the show On a one-time basis, support.greatdetectives.net and become one of our ongoing Patreon supporters for as little as $ 2 per month. Just go to patreon.greatdetectives.net. Well now, from November 8th, 1952, here is The Bob Foster Murder Case. The Bob Foster Murder.

1:16 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.

1:46 Broadway's My Beat, with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover.

1:59 Nighttime of November. A special time on Broadway. Sense it.

2:03 It's a new time.

2:04 When the after images of early autumn are dying. Cloaked already in river mists. Chill and drifting. And sense this. That winter is already at a place not far away. Drifting too. Hung from a pale moon. Scutting over the city and making new shadows. Hurry. It gets dark quickly. Where I was, darkness was cut across by the fingers of light intersecting the beams of two searchlights focused groundward.

2:31 Destruction of building temporarily halted. Rush wrecking job stopped because of this. Remains of dead man found and report phone to headquarters. This would be the cellar, Mr. Clover, where we found him. Under three inches of composition flooring. Uh-huh. What does it look like to you, Mr.

2:46 Clover?

2:48 Real puzzle, huh? Just a skeleton and all? Well, there's something we can tell about him. You know, what I can't figure out, that satchel of money laying beside him. Must be over a thousand bucks in there. About that. Imagine lying five years under a cellar floor. How do you know it's been five years, Mr. Rogers? When I bought these three buildings to tear them down for a garage, I got a story about this one.

3:07 Right where we're standing.

3:09 What story? Of course, we've torn down to the cellar, so you can't tell, but this one used to be a nightclub, you know.

3:14 No, I didn't.

3:15 Yeah, it was. That's the story, a scandal or something about this nightclub. The bank told me. Partner or something five years ago ran away with the payroll or something to California. What else? Nothing, except that the other partner tried to hold on to the club, but it failed a year later. Bankrupt. Bank took it over four years ago.

3:34 Couldn't lease it.

3:36 Nailed it up.

3:37 Anyhow, that's the story the bank told me. It doesn't look like the man ever got to California. He was murdered.

3:42 Sure, what else?

3:43 He didn't just lie there and pull three inches of composition flooring over his head. Shot. Huh? Twice.

3:48 See the bullet?

3:49 The chest cavity?

3:50 Hmm.

3:51 Small caliber, 22. And here, right arm fractured and beside it, see, another bullet. Bigger one. Yeah, 38. Shot twice by two different guns. Like I said, a puzzle.

4:02 Well?

4:04 Well, what? This is a rushed job, Mr.

4:05 Clover.

4:06 You know that. Let's get this stuff out of here. Morning, Danny. Say good morning in case you didn't hear. Hi, Dennis. Sit down. Excuse me for saying it, but you look a little beat. Big night last night?

4:29 No.

4:29 You're a single man, Danny. You're entitled to a big night. Were you going to say something, Danny?

4:35 No.

4:35 Oh.

4:36 Then maybe this will interest you. Got a rundown on that corpse you found last night. What about it? Well, that's what it takes to get a rise out of.

4:42 You, huh?

4:42 Come on, come on. Get with it. Yeah, I'd better do that, else I won't be liked, huh? Technical, charred at the teeth, Mugovan put the code on a teletype. Late last night, the one place we got a call back from was Dannemora. Did you get on identification? Code checked out to a former prisoner named Bob Foster. Released six years ago after a ten-spot stretch for grand larceny.

5:00 Anything else? Stick with me, kid. I'm loaded. My identification came in. I checked it with R & I. They had a file on Foster. Here, wait. Muggerman left some notes for.

5:10 You.

5:11 Yeah, 1947, May, May 23. The year after he was out of Dannemora, Foster was wanted on suspicion of grand larceny. Packed a satchel with his partner's dough and ran out on him. That would be the satchel you found.

5:24 Who was his partner?

5:24 A fellow by the name of Joe Turner. He and Foster opened a nightclub together at Blue Sheen's. The year after Foster allegedly checked out with his partners, though, the joint went into bankruptcy. And the word is Joe Turner cried his heart out at the time. Beat his chest. Called his partner naughty names. Any lead on Turner? One of the boys traced him to a hotel on West 12th.

5:45 Only the hotel is out of business now. Management converted the place into offices. Nobody knows what became of the hotel records, so... So on all points, bulletin on Joe Turner, huh?

5:54 Yeah.

5:54 Is that all? Yeah, it's got a girl type in it, too. Aggie Blaine. Used to do a poker with clever parakeets at the boys' nightclub. The last known address, let's see, 1326 West 34. You did real good, Dennis.

6:08 Pull up a minute, Danny. There's more.

6:10 Oh, what? Those bills you found in the satchel.

6:12 What about them?

6:12 Their serial numbers were in series. Must have been the nightclub's payroll. A few weeks after Foster went up in a puff of air, five twenties out of the same series turned up in sunny California. That's all? Now I can go? Yeah, you can go.

6:40 Don't sit in that chair, Sonny. Just pick a spot on the floor and stand on it. It's the floor, the floor, not the rug.

6:47 This okay, Miss Devlin?

6:49 Floors don't belong to me, Sonny. Furniture does. Let's not louse up the furniture, huh? What do you want?

6:54 Some information about a girl named Aggie Blaine.

6:57 My niece. Brother's daughter. Brother's dead. Went out without muffler and rubbers. Winter of 36. Got himself a flu that wouldn't quit. Fell over in his face next day.

7:06 Never got up.

7:06 Where's Aggie?

7:07 My niece?

7:08 That's what you said.

7:09 Blew out of here a long time ago. Don't know whether she's alive, dead, or what or. Could be married to the king of Turkey for all I know.

7:15 How long ago did she leave?

7:16 Oh, been five years. Used to be a dancer, Aggie was.

7:20 Used to.

7:21 Hey, don't lean on the furniture, sonny. Pretty furniture, huh?

7:25 Huh?

7:26 Yeah.

7:26 Yeah.

7:27 New as the day I got it. You want to sit down? We go in the kitchen. Not in the parlor. Not on this stuff.

7:32 What do you do, Miss Devlin? Huh? Your niece used to live with you. She's gone now. What do you do? Taking rumors?

7:38 You mean sublet?

7:39 I guess so.

7:40 What for?

7:41 Who needs it?

7:42 Retired, huh?

7:43 It's nice.

7:44 And all this furniture, ornate. Huh?

7:47 Oh, you mean tricky with the curlicues and the things, huh? Yeah, all mine. Bought and paid for.

7:53 Let's get back to Aggie, Miss Devlin.

7:55 I don't know if she's alive or dead. I told you I didn't... There's a.

7:57 Dance at a nightclub called the Blue Sheen.

7:59 With pigeons.

8:00 A blue one and a yellow one. One named Gloria, the other named Phyllis. Oh, I've seen it myself.

8:06 Look, Miss Devlin, one of the men who owned that club was found last night. He'd been murdered.

8:10 You're leaning, sonny.

8:11 He'd been murdered. And your niece might be able to tell us something about it. Couldn't you give me some.

8:15 No, no, nothing. Aggie, she was a dancer. Is she alive?

8:20 Is she dead?

8:20 How do I know?

8:25 And leave there. And once more into November day, its furnishings also not to be touched nor leaned against. For instance, the autumn perfume worn by the girl who almost brushes your sleeve, sidesteps, changes course, furries on. And from far off, the brief wild sob of a freighter sailing out of autumn waters. And at headquarters, it arranges itself into familiar pattern.

8:47 Routine investigation into death. And wait. And on the first quick surge of November night, the return on the all-points bulletin, Joe Turner, bankrupt nightclub owner, had been spotted in a Skid Row bar. Third booth on the right was all his. Go there. The place is jukebox and fat cats drawing symbols inside us. The place is Joe Turner, who was once a man.

9:11 You come up with a drink, mister, and something good will happen to you.

9:15 You understand me, Joe? I'm from the police.

9:18 Something real good. I'll dance for you. You watch me. You watch me. You hear this?

9:25 It's just for you.

9:27 Sit down, Joe. You don't have to do that.

9:30 You like me, huh? You'll buy.

9:32 Huh?

9:34 I got other routines. Tell me about your nightclub, Joe.

9:38 Huh?

9:38 Your nightclub, the Blue Shane. Tell me about the club and about Bob Foster.

9:42 Him? Oh, you're a friend of Bob's?

9:46 Well.

9:48 I'll hate you.

9:48 I'll squash you like a fly, so help me.

9:51 What'd he do to you, Joe?

9:53 Oh. He did something to me.

9:56 Foster. Bob Foster. He stole from you, didn't he?

9:59 What?

10:00 Out on me.

10:00 Didn't even wave goodbye. Just took my money, danced off someplace.

10:09 Far away.

10:10 Never sent a postcard.

10:13 Nothing.

10:15 Aggie either. Aggie Blaine?

10:18 Ah, there was a dancer. You ever see her? Oh, she's a stunning dancer. Well, I'll show you a dance. It's with the hands first.

10:31 You know where Aggie is, Joe?

10:36 Aggie's far away, too. Aggie and Bob. Blue Sheen.

10:42 We found Bob last night, Joe. He'd been buried under the cellar of your nightclub.

10:48 Bob. Bobby Foster. Oh, that's where he's been.

10:53 Did you kill him, Joe? Because he stole from you and went away? Joe, listen to me.

10:59 I performed for you, mister. Where's my drink?

11:01 Did you kill him, Joe?

11:02 I don't know. Maybe I did.

11:06 He deserved it.

11:09 Maybe I did. You think I did?

11:13 Come on, Joe. Let's you and me go uptown. And book him. Charged. Suspected felony. Murdered. Turn him over to the policeman's gould as to proper procedure and proper jail tier and proper cell. Back to the office and sit at the desk. Far away, a light is turned off. And another. And a swollen sag of gray suddenly hangs from the black sky. Morning folding over the horizon.

11:44 Danny, downstairs.

11:45 Come on.

11:46 Down the corridor, in the steps, and outside is damp. It's still night.

11:50 Ambulance just pulled in. Blown it upstairs.

11:52 I got it. Miss Devlin.

12:02 Uh-huh.

12:02 Shut.

12:03 Dead, Danny?

12:04 On account of the police rang her doorbell yesterday? On account of she's Aggie Blaine's aunt? I'm talking to you, Danny. You think so?

12:27 You are listening to Broadway's My Beat, written by Morton Fine and David Friedkin, and starring Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover. Two outstanding events on CBS Radio tomorrow in the daytime. For one, the Quiz Kids return to the star's address to begin another series of their breathtaking metal gymnastics.

12:45 Professor Joe Kelly will be in charge of the little wizards, and they'll all be waiting for you to join them tomorrow on most of these same stations. The other big event tomorrow is the American radio premiere of Christopher Columbus, Darius Milo's famous opera conducted in concert form by Dimitri Metropolis.

13:03 It's the featured work on the New York Philharmonic Symphony heard on most of these same stations tomorrow. Broadway makes its entrance out of subway kiosks, out of night corridors, blinks once and long against the light of a new member day, then moves into it, soft, polite. It's the thing to do. Treat the morning nice. Don't step on the cracks. You'll still be on your feet when day is done. And the other performers, the man hanging from a spectacular, twisting out the Mazdas that died in the night.

13:43 And the mannequin, her face dusted, a bolt tightened where wax had given in to night. And torso and head tilted closer now to shop window. And unwaxed lips, the good morning kiss. A new day, kid.

13:56 Live it.

14:02 And at headquarters November morn is Sergeant Gino Portaglia dipping a finger into a container of coffee.

14:07 Just testing, Danny.

14:09 Oh?

14:09 You leave these things to the whim of that new girl in Ballows, Delco. I knew it. Too sweet.

14:15 Oh, that's too bad, Gino.

14:17 Eh, some days you wake up on the wrong side, you get too many lumps in your container.

14:21 True, true, Gino.

14:23 Don't feel bad about it, Danny. No percentage in building a tragedy out of it. We'll both be bigger persons if we don't make of it an issue with the delicatessen. And off to work we go. You game, Danny?

14:34 Whatever you say, Gino.

14:35 Am I permitted a simple statement of fact?

14:38 Of course.

14:39 I admire you.

14:41 Thank you.

14:43 To work.

14:44 Why, no, Joe Turner is still in the drying-out tank. Also, Ballistics has established that in the murder of Miss Devlin and Aggie Blaine, the murder weapon was the same that five years ago did do in Bob Forster, suspected absconding with his partner's loot.

14:58 Same weapon?

14:58 Indeed.

14:59 The bullet that was found in the chest cavity of the remains of Bob Forster bore the same markings, riflings, as the bullet extracted from Miss Devlin. Ergo, same weapon was used. Small caliber gun, Danny,. 22.

15:11 Then whoever killed Foster five years ago is still around.

15:14 Which brings me to Miss Aggie Blaine.

15:17 Oh, how?

15:17 That in a routine perusal made by our boys of vital statistic records, a marriage license date of July 3-0, 1947, was found made out to one Aggie Blaine and one Herbie Morse.

15:29 They find the.

15:29 Don't interrupt, Danny. A check was made on said Herbie Morse and was found that he owns a drugstore on 23rd corner of 9th.

15:35 That's how.

15:38 You care for my coffee, Danny?

15:40 No, no, but thanks anyway, do you know? Thanks for everything. You're just useless, Mrs.

15:53 Westfall, and you'll have that lanolin flush look in no time at all.

15:56 Thank you. Yes, sir? What can I do for you?

16:00 Mr.

16:00 Moss?

16:01 Right.

16:01 My name's Clover, Mr.

16:03 Moss.

16:03 I'm from the police. Hi. I'm trying to get some information about a girl named Aggie Blaines.

16:08 Depends upon what kind of info you want. She was my frow. Some things I'll tell you, some things I won't.

16:13 Just tell me how you met her and when you met her and why you're not married to her. Things like that, Mr.

16:16 Moss.

16:17 What's the matter? You think you could have stayed married to her?

16:18 Mr. Moss.

16:19 You haven't got the dough on the wherewithal. Just tell me about it, Mr.

16:22 Moss.

16:22 She's not going to make a fool out of me. You know what I'm going to do one day, buddy? Get me another wife, a big gal, a big blonde gal. Then I'm going to find me Aggie and walk up and down in front of her with my big blonde wife rubbing her cheek to me.

16:33 I'm going to show her... When did you meet Aggie? On an airplane.

16:36 I said hello to her, and from there on in, it was air pockets all the way to Frisco.

16:39 You met her on the way to California, huh? When was this? In 47, Druggers Convention.

16:44 I never saw the inside of the convention hall, not with Aggie showing me the fancy eating places, and me with a paper to read on dressing at the prescription department.

16:51 Go on.

16:52 That was in June. Then back in New York, somehow, she wouldn't let me see it. Then she called me.

16:57 When?

16:57 July the 30th.

16:58 I know, because July 31st, we tied the knot.

17:01 How come the divorce?

17:02 A fella.

17:03 I worked late one night fixing up a one-cent sale.

17:05 I came home.

17:06 She wouldn't let me in. I beat the door in with my bare hands. There was a fellow there selling rugs. He gives me his card and left. Next day, she followed him. One of these days, I'm going to look that guy up.

17:16 You know that? You still have his card?

17:17 Do I?

17:18 Right in my wallet. I want it. You're going to fix him, huh?

17:21 Swell.

17:22 Here you go.

17:24 Here's the card.

17:25 I'm on your side, buddy.

17:26 Have you seen Aggie since then? I'm happy to say no.

17:29 However, the day that I do, I will also find me that big blind buddy. I'm going to parade her up and down in front of that.

17:38 And get out of the way of Mr. Moss's wagging finger. And through the aisle, lined with preparations guaranteed to keep you alive longer than anybody. Right turn, down the aisle of space guns, insecticides, and bubble baths. And then left at the table where everything is marked down to 19 cents... And out into the street. Legwork now. An address off the card given to you in the drugstore. Mr. Irving Lufthander, drug dealer. Aggie? She ran out on me, mister. Long time ago. Customer of mine came in one day and ordered our most expensive.

18:10 Number wall to wall.

18:12 Aggie went along with the delivery truck and never come back. Customer's name? Ewing.

18:17 Dr.

18:18 Keith Ewing. Big back man. Got offices in the Muncie building. And at the offices of the Muncie building, be told by Dr. Ewing that Miss Blaine was merely a patient of his, and after he cleared up her back condition, he never saw her again. No, he never treated her at his office. She was an outpatient at the Cheney Hotel.

18:37 So go there, Cheney Hotel. Yes, the clerk says. Miss Blaine, yes, indeed. He checked out, he's sorry to say. The morning after an automobile dealer's conclave, he remembers. Forwarding address? Why, yes, indeed.

18:50 1213 East 61st.

18:53 So go there. The girl who answers the door is dressed in velvet pedal pushers, but shakes her head sadly at the name of Aggie Blaine. Agatha, it seems, moved out on her about a month ago. Bag, baggage, and her very own boyfriend, Tony. Where? Well, Tony owns the apartment building over on East River, Beekman Place.

19:14 So go there.

19:27 Yes?

19:28 I'm from the police, Danny Clover.

19:30 And I'm too desperately sorry because whatever it is, I can't use it.

19:33 Let's talk about it inside, Miss Blaine.

19:35 Oh, but then we'd be committing something or other, wouldn't we?

19:37 Oh?

19:38 Oh, yes, there must be a city ordinance or something. You see, I'd let you in here and we'd talk or whatever, and all the time you'd be operating under false pretenses. Naughty.

19:47 Tell me about it.

19:49 You see, dear boy, I'm not Miss Blaine. Not the girl you need. Not Miss... What Blaine?

19:55 Aggie Blaine. Girl who used to work at a club called the Blue Sheen. Danced there with birds.

20:00 With birds? Oh, how desperately thrilling.

20:03 That's what we'll talk about, huh?

20:07 So pulpy in years. Nightclub dancer with birds, man of the police knocking at my door. Oh, just walk right in, Mr. Crowley. The rugs are deep and the fireplace is Italian marble and my dressing room is perfumes and custom-made crystal and full-length golden mirror and it's a castle and I call it home. So you may plump down wherever you like.

20:29 I'm grateful.

20:30 Don't thank me, thank Tony. Tony Crenshaw, my fiancé. Nothing's too good for you, Agatha, he said, and he's loving it. I got this shack on our wedding day. All mine. Oh, that Tony, he's a charm, all right, all right.

20:46 And now you're Agatha's... Agatha Raines.

20:49 Always was, always will be. Oh, I almost slipped. Soon, Agatha Crenshaw, Tony's wife.

20:55 You want to hear about Aggie Blaine?

20:57 Dying. It's how we met, we two. Yeah, speak to me of Aggie.

21:02 Five years ago, she was a dancer at the Blue Sheen. She... Yeah, there.

21:06 Were feathered creatures. You said all that.

21:08 There was something else.

21:09 A man named Bob Foster.

21:11 Just one man? Well, this dancer couldn't have been very good.

21:14 Bob Foster, ex-con. Five years ago, 1947. Partner in the Blue Sheen. We found him the other day buried under its cellar flooring. He'd been shot twice, murdered.

21:26 Oh, tell me you're not making this up. Because if you are, I'd die of disillusion. It's so desperately sordid and thrilling.

21:32 You ever know this, Bob Foster?

21:34 Not till this precious instance. But don't let that stop you. Go on.

21:38 Aggie Blaine had an aunt, Miss Devlin. Yesterday, she was murdered with the same gun that killed Foster.

21:44 Isn't that always the way?

21:45 Another thing about Aggie Blaine. In 1947, she met a man on a plane to California. When they came back here, they got married. A man named Herbie Moss... Serves the.

21:54 Girl right, killing her aunt and that foster fellow.

21:57 Yeah.

21:59 Get your things. We're going downtown.

22:01 Oh, such a short time and we so well know each other. Already you're taking me out.

22:07 We want you for suspicion of murder. Get your things.

22:12 Oh, it's a lovely day. And when I got up, I didn't know what I'd do with myself this morning. And you've come up with something. Let's go wherever you want, Mr.

22:20 Clover.

22:35 And this room is what, Mr. Clover?

22:37 Interrogation room.

22:38 Sitting or standing?

22:40 Sit down, please. Smoke?

22:43 Oh, I have my own. You can lighten, though.

22:46 Yeah.

22:48 Thanks. Still excited?

22:50 Tolerably.

22:51 It's slowing down. Do something about it, Mr.

22:54 Clover.

22:55 Like book you now?

22:57 For what was that again I've forgotten?

22:59 Murder.

23:00 Oh, that's a charge, all right. That's really one of the.

23:02 Danny? You got him? Bring him in.

23:05 Come on, Joe.

23:05 How do you feel, Joe?

23:09 It's a shame the way I feel right now.

23:13 Hi, Aggie.

23:15 Charades, fellas? Am I supposed to guess what he is?

23:19 Yeah, do that. Hint.

23:20 A guy named Joe Turner. Co-owner of a nightclub named the Blue Sheen. Partner found in the cellar. Employed a girl named Aggie Blaine. Now guess why he's here.

23:29 Hi, Aggie.

23:30 There's no excitement in it anymore, Mr.

23:32 Clover.

23:33 Take me home.

23:33 Then you don't know who this man is.

23:36 By the pink of his eyes, I'd say a wino.

23:39 You look nice, Aggie.

23:41 A rumpot. Well, there's another way we can do it, Denison. Get the druggist, get the rug salesman, the doctor.

23:47 Hey, look at her, Danny.

23:48 She's getting excited all over again. Those people bring back fond memories, lady.

23:53 You should have seen her when she danced. Should have seen her with the blue light. The spinning spot.

24:04 Hi, Joe.

24:05 Where you been, Aggie?

24:07 I looked for you once, Joe. I couldn't find you.

24:10 You're a stinking liar, Aggie.

24:12 Now you see why I didn't find you.

24:14 Now we all know each other. Hi, Aggie.

24:17 Sure.

24:17 I used to know a cop.

24:20 I've been drinking a lot, Aggie. I've been thinking about you.

24:24 Have you?

24:25 Joe, she's still pretty.

24:28 Almost all we need, Joe, is the motive. Why did you kill Bob Foster?

24:33 Hey, Aggie.

24:34 Don't remember out loud, Joe.

24:36 He one of the business, Joe? The nightclub or her?

24:40 Tell him, Aggie.

24:42 You want to confess how you killed Bob?

24:44 Go ahead.

24:45 Oh, baby, baby. I'm going to tell him my part, baby. I never killed anybody.

24:54 Joe.

24:55 Who'd I kill?

24:57 I wanted the business, so... So I took a shot at Bob, but... I hit him in the arm, that's all. Then he ran to you, Aggie.

25:07 You boys believe rum pots around here?

25:09 Go on, Joe.

25:10 Next time I saw my... My poor old partner, he was dead.

25:16 Then you felt so sorry for him, Joe, you buried him under the cellar with some money to see him on his way.

25:22 Oh, that Aggie, she's got a mind on it.

25:25 She figured it.

25:27 Go ahead, Aggie, show the fellas how you got a mind on you.

25:32 Mr. Clover? Huh?

25:34 It's getting serious, huh? Huh, Mr.

25:38 Clover?

25:38 That's the lieutenant's serious face, yes. It's getting serious.

25:45 Look.

25:47 Look, Bob Foster came over with a shot arm. I said, Bob, before you go see an M.D. about your poor bullet-filled arm, here's a gun. Bob, I said, you shouldn't take that from a guy like Joe. When I handed the gun to him, it went off.

26:05 Well, that's some mind.

26:06 And what was your aunt defending herself against when she got shot by the same gun? Well... When Bob came to you when he was shot, you were staying at your aunt's place, weren't you?

26:16 Well, yes, I was.

26:17 Your aunt knew what happened. Blackmailed you.

26:21 Hey, how about my aunt's furniture? A scream, huh?

26:23 Furniture, income, proceeds from blackmail.

26:26 Was your aunt dead, Aggie? I didn't know. Gee, you're all alone, huh?

26:33 She lost the whole thing for us, Joe. This policeman came calling. She got panicky, called me up and said she was going to talk.

26:40 Oh, I.

26:40 You see. Yeah, sure.

26:45 From the first she lost it, Joe, you and me. Since I got back from California, remember?

26:50 Now, how about that California trip, Aggie?

26:52 Great.

26:53 Just took a flyer to plant some of that money Foster was supposed to have stolen to make it look like he'd run away to California. Hi, Joe.

27:02 Five years, honey. I've had a lousy time.

27:07 What about you?

27:09 Great.

27:10 A time... A real time.

27:13 You're still lying.

27:16 Yeah.

27:18 I've missed you, Joe. We probably see a lot of each other now. For a time.

27:25 For a time.

27:43 In the ebb of nighttime, the slabs of Broadway lean against the darkness in crazy, tilted angles. The balance is delicate, precise. So the walk must be careful, the talk quiet. It's the never-never time that drifts in from the edge of the world, the time of regret. It's Broadway, the gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesomest mile in the world.

28:14 Broadway. My Beat.

28:34 Broadway's My Beat stars Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover, with Charles Calvert as Totaglia and Jack Crucian as Mugovan. The program is produced and directed by Elliot Lewis, with musical score composed and conducted by Alexander Courage. In tonight's story, Mary Jane Quaft was heard as Aggie Blaine and Sheldon Lender as Joe Turner. Featured in the cast were James McCallion, Ted Bliss, Martha Wentworth, and Peter Leeds. Bill Anders speaking.

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30:03 © transcript Emily Beynon.

31:02 Welcome back. This was actually a really interesting role for Sheldon Leonard. There tend to be a couple types of characters Leonard tended to play. One on the comedic side, playing a range of sketchy characters, particularly in a horse race story. And in there, you'll have things like Runyoness characters, or small-time comedy crooks or con men like he played on the Martin and Lewis program. And he's also shown that he can play the much more straightforward, dangerous criminal or gangster or just hard- and steely type of character.

31:52 Here you get to hear him in a much more unusual range as this utterly defeated wreck of a man. Oh, very nice to see something a little bit different from Leonard. I'd have to chuckle at the line, that's the lieutenant's serious face. I mean, the thing is that we have been listening to Danny for a hundred odd episodes at this point. And my question would be, how would you tell?

32:21 I mean, I'd be like, isn't that just his normal face? I imagine that Danny smiles less than Batman. At least that's how I imagine him. Listener comments and feedback now. We have a comment from YouTube regarding the episode, The Robert Turk Murder Case. That was great. Thank you. And now it's time to thank our Patreon supporter of the day.

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33:17 Well, when I came up here this afternoon to show them the stones I'd brought, he didn't know the good from the bad.

33:22 Yes, sir.

33:23 Well, in almost any collection, there are bound to be a few stones that aren't absolutely perfect. It looked all right, but there may be a small flaw someplace inside the stone. Naturally, their value isn't the highest.

33:32 I see, and this Roberts didn't know the difference.

33:35 No, but I should have known anyway. Those eyes, you know, the meanest eyes I ever saw and so close together.

33:39 Well, was there anything unusual that you might have noticed about Roberts? Anything about his speech, his manner, anything at all that might help us identify him? No, just like I told you.

33:47 Seemed nice enough.

33:48 Well, did he give you any indication that there might be something wrong? Not at all.

33:51 Of course, I wondered about it. He's not knowing much about diamonds, but I figured that if he was... willing to pay what I wanted, I didn't have to concern myself with what he's going.

33:58 To do with the stones.

34:00 Well, Mr. Roman, I wonder if we could start from the beginning, exactly what happened here.

34:03 He knocked me out.

34:05 No, sir, I mean what led up to his hitting it. Oh, I'm sorry.

34:08 Well, as I said, he told me to bring the stones up here for his father to see. I did, and then we waited for the father to show up. We were over there by the window looking at the stones. You know, they look better in sunlight.

34:18 Yes, sir.

34:19 Well, when we finished, he said something about his father never being on time. I turned to look out the window, and that's when he hit me, right here on the back of my head.

34:26 Can you see it?

34:27 Yes, sir, I can.

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