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Detective Danny Clover
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. The day without color is only six hours old and the restlessness begins to eat at Broadway. The waiting, the longing for the nighttime begins to gnaw like hunger, like thirst. Because Broadway's night is a banquet loaded with delicacies. The scarlet wine of neon, the forbidden fruit of a trumpet scream, the lukewarm stew offered on a tin plate through an alley doorway. But Broadway's day, that's the drab time, kid. The empty time. The time of leaning against sun warmed stone and waiting. And you wait with the rest of Broadway. Because it'll come. Something will come. And it does. You know that. Because Broadway nudges you with an elbow. Winks, says, follow me, kid. The day has turned bright, and it's not far away where the day is bright. On 39th street, just off 7th Avenue in the Garment center. The crowd is already there ahead of you, toothpicking its last bite of lunch, digesting the spectacle of a man sprawled on the pavement. The dress rack he'd been pushing lay beneath him. There was a scissors in his back. His blood sketched a new pattern on the bright flowered silk prints. And the man, heavy in the shoulders, pushing his face into the crowd so you can be close to it, so he can fill you in on it.
Mugavan
You got here fast, Danny.
Detective Danny Clover
I was shown the way. Who is he? Muggleman?
Mugavan
His wallet says he's Thomas Hart. Social Security card, YMCA membership. It all says he was Thomas Hart. These people know him? We call him by name. You don't answer for 20 minutes. Now, I'd say.
Detective Danny Clover
Any of them see it happen?
Mugavan
No. I asked around. They were all busy with shop talk, with wife and kid talk, with union talk. First thing they noticed was Sinclair Style. Kraft's new sample spring line was spilled in the gutter. They kept the cabs and trucks from running over the dresses.
Detective Danny Clover
Sinclair what?
Mugavan
Sinclair style Craft. See on the dress labels?
Detective Danny Clover
Huh?
Mugavan
A dress manufacturing place up the street. He worked there. They all told me that. And I didn't even ask.
Detective Danny Clover
Keep him back, Mugavan. They're waiting for us to act something out. Just keep them back. After a while, one of the onlookers glanced at his watch, hurried away. Lunch hour was over and he'd be the big man around the water cooler. This afternoon, something big just happened to him. He'd seen a man with a scissors in his back and a girl looked up from the pavement, smiled across the crowd to a boy in a sports shirt and walked away slowly. The woman in a youthful hat took her place. In a few minutes, it was all over. Two men threw a blanket over the face of Thomas Hart and carried him away. Then work to do. Thomas Hart worked for Sinclair stylecraft. Ladies in Mrs. Dresses down the street. Go there. Four flights up on a freight elevator, nod to the gray haired man holding the wheel in a comic book. Get no answer through the rows of sewing machines where 100 women spend eight hours a day with a dress pattern and a bobbin, then finally ushered into the office of the man of destiny for the fourth floor, Mr. Justin Sinclair.
Justin Sinclair
Sit down, Mr. Clover.
Detective Danny Clover
Danny Clover. Police.
Justin Sinclair
About what happened downstairs.
Detective Danny Clover
That's right.
Justin Sinclair
You want a cigarette?
Detective Danny Clover
Tell me about Thomas Hart.
Justin Sinclair
Sure, I'll tell you. You don't mind that I'm smoking, do you? Oh, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy.
Detective Danny Clover
What's that supposed to tell me?
Justin Sinclair
Look, I've been in business for a long time. A man gets hard driving for a dollar. Takes a time like this to make me know what kind of a man I've gotten to be.
Detective Danny Clover
I'm asking you to weep for the boy, Mr. Sinclair.
Justin Sinclair
I wish I could weep. That's just what I mean. I've forgotten how. Tommy was a bright youngster. So what if he was pushing dress racks around? I did it once. Tommy was interested. Tommy asked questions about the business. I'm sad, Mr. Clover. Don't laugh at me. I'm more than Sad. I'm horrified, Mr. Sinclair. Well, come in. Come in. Stella. Ms. Crawford. Mr. Clover. Mr. Clover is from the police.
Elizabeth Sinclair
Yes, they told me in the shop a policeman was here.
Justin Sinclair
That's why I'm glad you did. He wants to know all about Tommy.
Elizabeth Sinclair
What do you Want to know, Mr. Clover?
Detective Danny Clover
Well, as much as you can tell me. Mostly why somebody murdered him.
Elizabeth Sinclair
Tommy was an errand boy and pushed dress racks. I'm sorry he's dead, but frankly, he annoyed me.
Justin Sinclair
How, Mr. Clover? Come now, look at Miss Croft, will you? Just look at her.
Detective Danny Clover
Now I'm looking. Does it annoy you, Ms. Croft?
Elizabeth Sinclair
Not yet. If you came into my office and stuck stared at me sitting at my drawing board, then if you grinned, then if you winked.
Justin Sinclair
You really couldn't blame Tommy, Ms. Krog. Natural normal.
Elizabeth Sinclair
Don't you do it, Mr. Sinclair.
Justin Sinclair
Quite a girl, huh? Quite a young lady.
Detective Danny Clover
What else about Tommy?
Ginny Morrow
Nothing. Not a thing.
Justin Sinclair
Me either.
Detective Danny Clover
All right, where does he live?
Elizabeth Sinclair
I can tell you that. Follow me out. I'll get the address for you from our personnel man.
Justin Sinclair
Yes. You'll find Sinclair Stylecraft Cooperative. Mr. Clover. Anything. Anything at all.
Jonesy
Next time knock soft, mister. You want something from Jonesy, the keeper of the garbage pails, the collective wrench. You'll knock soft.
Detective Danny Clover
They told me Thomas Hart lived here. Show me his room.
Jonesy
Tommy. Tommy's dead. It's been the topic of the day for the tenants. How? Tommy's dead. He don't need nobody in his room. Now he's dead. Can't use him.
Detective Danny Clover
Look closely, Jonesy. This is how a policeman looks who wants something, huh?
Jonesy
I don't care what your sickness is. Next time knock soft. Come on.
Detective Danny Clover
You knew Tommy? No.
Jonesy
Sure I knew him. He never wrapped his leavings in the newspaper. Not even a greasy brown paper bag. What else do you need to know about a man?
Detective Danny Clover
Sometimes you'd open your door and peep at his callers.
Jonesy
Sure I peep. You don't peep when you get the chance.
Detective Danny Clover
Back off, Jones. Who'd you see once?
Jonesy
It was a guy with a dirty white apron and a sack of beer cans. Up these stairs he went whistling. Give me a minute. I'll tell you what he was whistling.
Detective Danny Clover
No one else?
Jonesy
Sure, sure. Someone else with silk stockings and high strapped shoes. But living as I live in a basement apartment. It got away from me before I could see her face. That never took a moment's happiness away from me. Not seeing that face. What do I. Yeah, Tommy's room. Crummy tenant, wasn't it? Crumbs bring exterminators. Exterminators cost the management money. Take your hands off Tommy's suitcase.
Detective Danny Clover
Something in this shirt pocket.
Jonesy
What? Nose tissues. Tommy was always with nose tissues. I forgot to tell you.
Detective Danny Clover
Money, 20s, tens, $500.
Jonesy
All's in there is a wash basin. That calendar you're looking at, I got piled downstairs. You can take your choice. Don't rob a dead man's dream.
Detective Danny Clover
There's an address scribbled under the picture. Directions.
Jonesy
Let me see. Let me see. Out of the way. It's address, all right. You think?
Detective Danny Clover
Knock soft, Jonesy. You want something? Knock soft.
Elizabeth Sinclair
Yes?
Detective Danny Clover
The name plate on the door says this is the residence of Justin and Elizabeth Sinclair. Is that right?
Elizabeth Sinclair
No, I'm Mrs. Sinclair. What is it you want?
Detective Danny Clover
My name's Danny Clover.
Elizabeth Sinclair
I'm from the police. You're from the police? Well, come in, please. My husband phoned and said a policeman might be around. Oh, my. Girls. Girls, we're raided. Oh, I was just fooling. No, Mr. Clover. Didn't come here to break up our canasta game, did you, Mr. Clover? We're only playing for a 20th. This is Mrs. Westfall, Mrs. Meston and Ms. Natalie. Now, Miss Natalie does our hair after the game, she wins us.
Detective Danny Clover
Can we talk someplace, Mrs. Sinclair?
Elizabeth Sinclair
Of course we can. Deal me out. Girls, in here. We'll close the door so we won't be disturbed. Now, now, tell me all about it.
Detective Danny Clover
All right. I came from Tommy Hart's room a little while ago. He had some directions penciled on a calendar. The directions brought me here.
Elizabeth Sinclair
Well, but I don't understand. Tommy's dead.
Detective Danny Clover
Maybe Tommy scribbled those directions before he was murdered.
Justin Sinclair
Huh?
Elizabeth Sinclair
Oh, of course.
Detective Danny Clover
Surely, then Tommy must have been here on some occasion or another.
Elizabeth Sinclair
Of course he was.
Detective Danny Clover
What was the occasion?
Elizabeth Sinclair
Dinner. You'd think I'd get someone in to cook dinner, wouldn't you? But I didn't. I never do. No, I still cook, Mr. Clover. Like I did before all this happened. All this, you know, left French provincial furniture and the set of books and sending my son to private school.
Detective Danny Clover
When was the last time Tommy was here?
Elizabeth Sinclair
Did my husband tell you? Why, it was last night. Just last night. Tommy was sitting in that chair you're sitting in now with that girl draped over him, lighting his cigars and waiting on him hand and foot.
Detective Danny Clover
What girl did that?
Elizabeth Sinclair
The girl Tommy brought with him to dinner. That bleach blonde from the shipping department in my house. Imagine why my husband tolerates.
Detective Danny Clover
What was the girl's name?
Elizabeth Sinclair
Ginny. Ginny Morrow.
Detective Danny Clover
I think she works for your husband.
Elizabeth Sinclair
I Told you she did. In the shipping department. Checker or something. I don't know. He invited Tommy over because Tommy's bright. Maybe someday he could learn the business. But why the girl? I don't know.
Detective Danny Clover
What else can you tell me about Tommy?
Elizabeth Sinclair
He ate everything that was put on the plate in front of him.
Detective Danny Clover
What else?
Elizabeth Sinclair
What else? Mr. Clover, I'm a married woman. I've got a son taller than me.
Detective Danny Clover
She took me by the hand to prove it. Back to the canasta table. The son was doing fine, wasn't he, girls? Wasn't he? And her life with Mr. Sinclair was all a girl could ask for, wasn't it, girls? What right had a policeman to come nosing around, spoiling everything? The card game, the hairdos, making the canopies grow cold, letting the ginger ale turn flat just because someone stuck a pair of scissors in her husband's errand boy? So I explained the rights of the dead. The girls cried, scooped up the cards, shuffled, re dealt. And I got out at Sinclair Stylecraft, Ladies and misses Dresses. A woman finished a seam, took the rimless glasses off her nose, rubbed her eyes, told me Jenny Morrow Shipping was on the loading platform having a smoke.
Ginny Morrow
You can keep looking at me, mister. The view is for free. Teeth, courtesy Dr. West. Miracle tough toothbrush. Hair, courtesy peroxide. 10%. Eyes, cheeks. Figure courtesy, careful planning.
Detective Danny Clover
You're Jenny Morrow for Eugenia.
Ginny Morrow
Mom called me Eugenia. Found the name in a book someone threw in the trash can. Dramatic, ain't it?
Detective Danny Clover
Some questions I want to ask you, Jenny. Questions about?
Ginny Morrow
You're a policeman, ain't you?
Detective Danny Clover
Yeah. Tell me about Tommy Hart, mine.
Ginny Morrow
Hostess of last night. Blabbed to you, huh? Okay.
Detective Danny Clover
How long did you know Tommy?
Ginny Morrow
Long enough to slap him a couple of times. Slap his mouth. Then he says he'll make up to me. He'll take me to the boss's house for dinner. Big deal.
Detective Danny Clover
You didn't enjoy it.
Ginny Morrow
Here I am practically spilling my life's blood on you, and I don't even know your name.
Detective Danny Clover
Danny Clover.
Ginny Morrow
It suits you. No. No, I didn't enjoy the supper, Danny. I got the feeling I'm crazy. I'm making it up out of my own head.
Detective Danny Clover
What feeling, Jim?
Ginny Morrow
You ever had it? The feeling that you've been taken someplace just so you could insult people with your presence just by being in a place you don't belong? It's an insult just by being what you are.
Detective Danny Clover
But Mr. And Mrs. Sinclair invited you, Ginny.
Ginny Morrow
Tommy twisted an arm. That's how come I'm Invited.
Elizabeth Sinclair
Big deal.
Detective Danny Clover
Tommy did that to you and he's your steady boyfriend.
Ginny Morrow
Oh, steady. What's steady?
Elizabeth Sinclair
That Daisy.
Ginny Morrow
Go pin on Stella the designer. Me? I was the last name on the list.
Detective Danny Clover
Stella Croft.
Ginny Morrow
Stella the designer of designs.
Detective Danny Clover
Where is she?
Ginny Morrow
By the Pantages Theatre on 42nd street in the third row on the aisle. An arrangement we got with the management. So Stella can steal the latest Paris creations from the Parisian actors. Stella has a life. Maybe it'll come to me someday. I'll work on.
Detective Danny Clover
Was a five minute walk to 42nd street in the Pantages Theater. On the stage, a man in a plaid dinner jacket was having a little trouble hoisting a girl to his shoulders. But when he did, they were fine together, circling faultlessly to the music. By the time I got down front, the man was holding his partner over his head, spinning, smiling and turning red. Stella Cross is there, all right. Pad and pencil poised, staring at the act. The dancers bowed. Everybody applauded. Everybody was happy. Not Stella. Stella with a scissor stuck in her side, lifeless Stella dead. Ste.
Narrator/Announcer
You are listening to Broadway's My Beat, written by Morton Fine and David Friedkin and starring Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover. Every Sunday evening, CBS brings you two of its top comedy stars, Jack Benny and Eve Arden. It makes no difference where you live, whom you know, what your job is. Everyone immediately feels at home with Eve Arden's romantic Harris schoolteacher, and with Jack's careful spending, perennially youthful portrait of himself. CBS cordially invites you to join them this Sunday again, when Eve arden plays our Ms. Brooks on most of these same stations and Jack Benny and his gang are heard on them all. Now the second act of Elliot Lewis's production of Broadway's My Beat.
Detective Danny Clover
Of an evening in springtime. Broadway stands on a street corner, sips its penny plane and counts its blessings. The Yanks, the Giants, the bums. Only a 10 cent subway ride's distance and usually worth it. There's bottled orange juice from sun kissed California to be tasted for a nickel. And the rides are getting painted at Coney. And the moon that rocks down over Manhattan in April is a special kind of moon. And the music that lilts from doorways is a special music. The girls are golden. There's more too. It blinks around the Translux and demands your attention for 10 seconds. Girl stabbed at the Pantages Theater. Police seek early arrest. Especially me.
Elizabeth Sinclair
Oh, you. I was expecting the Mestons.
Detective Danny Clover
More canasta, Mrs. Sinclair.
Elizabeth Sinclair
More people dead. The Mestons were coming to console us. They're good at it. Make it enjoyable. I don't suppose that's why you came. No, but you want to come into my house and ask your ugly questions?
Detective Danny Clover
Uh huh.
Elizabeth Sinclair
Just stand right where you are. Justin. That cop I told you about, the one who. Does he have a right to come in?
Justin Sinclair
Of course, Elizabeth, of course. The man has all the rights in the world.
Elizabeth Sinclair
Yes, dear. Justin says you may come in.
Justin Sinclair
Sit down, Mr. Clover. Take the world off your back. Sit down and talk to Elizabeth and me. Cigars there at your fingertip. Anything you need, ask Elizabeth for it.
Detective Danny Clover
Maybe Mrs. Sinclair would like to make you some coffee, a sandwicher, Anything that'll.
Justin Sinclair
Take her out of there, huh? Mr. Clover, don't be embarrassed. You can talk in front of Elizabeth. She knows more about the man Sinclair than I know. Correct, baby doll?
Elizabeth Sinclair
You want to know about Justin's friendship with Stella, is that it, Mr. Clover? Before the scissors episode, I mean.
Detective Danny Clover
Well, that's it. I didn't think we'd get around to it so easy, but that's it.
Elizabeth Sinclair
You won't mind if I tell him, Justin?
Justin Sinclair
Not a bit of it, baby doll. Just hand me a cigar first. Thank you.
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Justin Sinclair
All right. Thank you, Elizabeth.
Detective Danny Clover
Anytime. Anytime, Mrs. Sinclair.
Elizabeth Sinclair
This friendship, as you called it, it.
Detective Danny Clover
Was you, Mrs. Sinclair. I remember because it surprised me. The name you gave him.
Elizabeth Sinclair
You thought it. There was nothing between Stella Croft and my husband Justin, except the normal relationship of an employer to his employee.
Detective Danny Clover
Cons over dress designs during working hours, approval, disapproval, putting in a production, the counter signing of the weekly paycheck. Nothing more, Mr. Sinclair.
Justin Sinclair
There was more, she'll tell you.
Elizabeth Sinclair
There were the times my husband Justin took her to fashion shows, to dinners for the buyers at expensive places. There was the time of a manufacturers convention in Atlantic City. Justin called me every morning, every night. Stella was pretty. Some people thought lovely. She brought us customers, made us richer. That was what was between Stella and my husband. Nothing more.
Detective Danny Clover
You don't know why she's dead?
Justin Sinclair
No, we don't know. But it saddens us, Mr. Clover.
Elizabeth Sinclair
Send him home, Justin. I'M tired. I want to sleep. If the Mestons come, tell him I'm sick. They'll understand.
Detective Danny Clover
More legwork now. The pinching up of the bits and scraps that people leave behind. Get as many as you can and arrange them chronologically. By emotion, by habit, by appetite. Draw a line, one from the other and peep at a life now nearly dead. For instance. Go now to the apartment of Stella Croft. Walk the corridor that once brought Stella home. Turn the knob of her door. The girl in the room was wearing slacks. She watched me close the door. Blew a smoke ring from her cigarette. Watched it die. Then she smiled at me.
Ginny Morrow
Hi, Danny.
Detective Danny Clover
What are you doing here, Ginny?
Ginny Morrow
Taking the tour. Seeing how a girl is when she works in the front office of Sinclair Stylecraft.
Detective Danny Clover
Gosh.
Ginny Morrow
Quilted blue satin.
Detective Danny Clover
How did you get in here?
Ginny Morrow
Did you see the superintendent downstairs? Yeah. Did his eyes light up when he saw you? Uh huh.
Detective Danny Clover
Jenny, how well did you know Stella Croft?
Ginny Morrow
Who gets to know a dame like that if you're another dame? Look, Danny, I'm not the type to be a Pollyanna. My mother told me. Jenny, never be a Pollyanna. Stand on your own two feet. You don't like somebody, don't like them. That's how I felt about Stella to.
Detective Danny Clover
A T. Because she had all this. Because she was going out with Mr. Sinclair.
Ginny Morrow
So I was jealous. But this apartment is something to get jealous about.
Detective Danny Clover
You're going to try your luck with Sinclair.
Ginny Morrow
He's already noticed, Danny. The day that I wore that black velveteen with the peasant blouse, he spent practically the whole morning in the shipping department giving me a personal supervise. You want me for anything more, Danny?
Detective Danny Clover
No. Just be around where I can find you, Jenny.
Ginny Morrow
Oh, sure, Danny. I really would, Danny. I'd drop all my appointments.
Detective Danny Clover
The apartment looked like Jenny hadn't touched anything. Place was impeccable. Slick like Stella Croft had been. Lacquered furniture, highly waxed. And full length mirrors. I walked back into her bedroom, around it, fingering this and that. The small, intimate souvenirs a girl like Stella collects. Then over to a Pullman closet, opened it. Wondered for an instant why a woman needed so many shoes. Wondered. Wondered why it hurt so much. The brightness of it, the pain, the sharpness slipping so easily into my back. Then gave it up because I couldn't hold on to it.
Justin Sinclair
And now, the finishing touch, Danny. The claim to fame of Dr. Sinski. In medical school, it was always commented upon how Dr. Sinski finished off his handiwork.
Detective Danny Clover
It's the bedside manner. I don't need it.
Dr. Sinski
That's right. You don't need it, Danny.
Justin Sinclair
Hold on to something, Danny. It'll hurt.
Dr. Sinski
Yeah, yeah. Hold on to something, Danny. To me it's gonna hurt. He held onto something to me and it still hurt him. What is it with you, Dr. Sinski? Maybe you need a refresher course in adult medical education.
Detective Danny Clover
Unruffle your feathers, Mother. Thank you. I'm all right.
Dr. Sinski
Listen to him, Doctor. Last night he got a hole in his back from unsharpened scissors. And this morning he tells me he's all right.
Detective Danny Clover
Okay if I go back to my office, Dr. Sinski?
Justin Sinclair
You'll need rest, Danny.
Detective Danny Clover
I'll bear it in mind.
Justin Sinclair
Check me in the morning, you hear, Danny? You hear?
Detective Danny Clover
Yeah. That piles up, doesn't it, Doctor?
Justin Sinclair
What, dad? What are you talking about?
Detective Danny Clover
I'll count out the times you've eased the pain. I'll let you know.
Justin Sinclair
Get him out of here, Gino.
Dr. Sinski
Yeah, yeah. Come on, let's go.
Jonesy
Danny.
Dr. Sinski
I'll go get permission from the captain to give us sick leave. Then I'll conjure up a squad car and we'll surprise the Mrs. Sergeant Artaglia in the middle of a mozzarella. And then we'll salve our wound together.
Detective Danny Clover
And then what made two people die like that? You know, Tommy Hart, Stella Croft.
Dr. Sinski
Danny. Danny, you disappoint me. You are thinking on your sick leave time.
Detective Danny Clover
What ties it together, Gino?
Dr. Sinski
Danny, if I tell you, you promise to let me manage your sickness, huh? What ties it is Tommy Hart and Estella Croft were once married in that place in Maryland. You know, on that quick marriage plan. I ain't making it up, Danny. Mugavin dug it out of the records.
Detective Danny Clover
It was a secret between you two.
Dr. Sinski
Well, Danny, it don't mean nothing. They got on a note the next day. That unties it. Danny, you're jeopardizing your good host.
Detective Danny Clover
Danny. Good morning.
Ginny Morrow
Yes, sir, Can I help you? Hi, Danny. Hey, look at me.
Detective Danny Clover
Yeah, look at you. Since when they move you out of the shipping department into the reception desk?
Ginny Morrow
Since this a.m. i told you, I got supervised into it.
Detective Danny Clover
Tell Mr. Sinclair I want to see him.
Ginny Morrow
Sure, Danny. Watch me. See?
Justin Sinclair
What is it?
Ginny Morrow
Ms. Morrow, there is out here at this moment the gentleman of the Police Department, a Mr. Danny Clover. Very good to that door, Danny.
Detective Danny Clover
Thanks. Hello, Mr. Sinclair.
Justin Sinclair
I'm a busy man, Mr. Clover, but I always have time to talk to you.
Detective Danny Clover
Mr. Sinclair, how much of your affairs can you get in order in the next 15 minutes?
Justin Sinclair
In my business, we never talk in riddles, it's how much.
Detective Danny Clover
Why?
Justin Sinclair
When things a man can answer. What's on your mind?
Detective Danny Clover
You, Tommy, Hart, Stella?
Justin Sinclair
They worked for me, Mr. Clover, and they died. I'm going to pay for their funerals. And I'm going to find out if they had families. They'll be taken care of. We have a fund toward that.
Detective Danny Clover
Tell the people at headquarters it might make an impression.
Justin Sinclair
Honestly. Honestly. Now, I don't know what you're talking about.
Detective Danny Clover
Let's stop kidding each other, Sinclair. You're a man with tastes from the lines of women's dresses to a lacquered apartment to a little employee who's now your receptionist. From Stella Croft to Ginny Morrow. Better find out if Ginny had a husband.
Justin Sinclair
I still don't follow him.
Detective Danny Clover
Then I'll tell you. It's called the badger game.
Justin Sinclair
Listen to me, mister.
Detective Danny Clover
You listen to me. Tommy and Stella weren't married. Did you know that? You didn't know that?
Justin Sinclair
I thought I saw the certificate of marriage. The justice of the peace who married them.
Detective Danny Clover
I thought marriage annulled the next morning. Badger game. Stella invited you to make a play for her. You bit Tommy, walks in waves. A certificate of marriage. You pay him money, invitations to your home. He gets greedier and greedier. So you kill him?
Justin Sinclair
I didn't have to. You don't know what it was, Clover. That boy grinning into my face, taking over my house, making me.
Elizabeth Sinclair
What is it, Justin? What's the matter? What happened to him?
Justin Sinclair
Make him understand. Make him understand.
Detective Danny Clover
Mrs. Sinclair, your husband just confessed to killing Tommy Hart.
Elizabeth Sinclair
Wouldn't you. Wouldn't you kill him? It's all right, Justin. I'm here now. It's all right.
Detective Danny Clover
You got Tommy out of the way. Sinclair. Why did you kill Stella, Elizabeth?
Elizabeth Sinclair
I said it was all right, Justin.
Detective Danny Clover
Well, I'll tell you why. Stella knew you killed Tommy. It didn't worry her very much. She just upped the blackmail ante. St. Clair. That's why you killed Stella.
Elizabeth Sinclair
He didn't. He didn't. He didn't.
Detective Danny Clover
You did.
Elizabeth Sinclair
For what she was doing. Going to my home, to my husband, to my boy, to my boy's name. Yes, and I stabbed you, too, for what you were doing to us. I killed. I'd kill again.
Justin Sinclair
What'll we do about the boy?
Elizabeth Sinclair
You didn't think, did you, Justin? You just didn't think when you started it. When you saw that Stella, you didn't think.
Detective Danny Clover
Please. Please.
Elizabeth Sinclair
The boy will be all right. We have money. More than you had when you started. He'll be all right, Justin. He's going to be all right.
Detective Danny Clover
In the April night, Broadway echoes with sounds heard only in darkness. The whispers that speckle places where there's no sun. There's a touch on your coat. You turn, there's no one, nothing. Only the trail of dust on your shoulder. It's Broadway. The gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesomest mile in the world. Broadway. My beat.
Narrator/Announcer
Broadway's my Beat. Stars Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover. With Charles Calvert as Tartaglia and Jack Crucian as Mugavan. The program was produced and directed by Elliot Lewis with musical score composed and conducted by Alexander Courage. In tonight's cast, Irene Tedro was heard as Elizabeth Sinclair, Herb Butterfield as Justin Sinclair, Sylvia Sims as Ginny Morrow, Mary Shipp as Stella Croft, and Sidney Miller as Jo. If you're in the mood for mysteries, you can try CBS almost any old evening. And there's a top notch thriller on hand for you tomorrow. And every Sunday, it's Charlie Wilde. Monday nights, the top Hollywood stars appear in original thrillers on the Hollywood Star Playhouse. Thursdays, there's a swell night for mystery and thrills on CBS. Suspense, Mr. Keen and the FBI in peace and War are heard on most of these same stations. Stay tuned now for Sing It Again, which follows immediately on most of these same CBS stations. Joe Walters speaking. This is cbs, where you laugh at Jack Benny every Sunday night. The Columbia Broadcasting System.
Detective Danny Clover
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Original Air Date: April 14, 1951
Podcast Release: September 17, 2025
Host: Choice Classic Radio
Detective: Danny Clover (Larry Thor)
This classic radio drama plunges listeners into the hard-boiled atmosphere of New York’s Broadway, following Detective Danny Clover as he investigates the murder of Thomas Hart, an errand boy for a garment manufacturer. As the case unfolds, Clover uncovers a web of jealousy, blackmail, and betrayal set against the vibrant, shadowy backdrop of postwar Manhattan’s fashion world. The emotional turbulence beneath the city’s glitzy veneer comes alive through sharp dialogue and noir atmosphere, leading to a shocking conclusion involving the powerful Sinclair family and their employees.
[01:21] – [03:14]
Quote:
“The dress rack he'd been pushing lay beneath him. There was a scissors in his back. His blood sketched a new pattern on the bright flowered silk prints.” — Danny Clover [01:52]
[05:02] – [07:13]
Notable Exchange:
Clover: “Tell me about Thomas Hart.”
Sinclair: “Oh, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy... Tommy was a bright youngster... I'm sad, Mr. Clover. Don't laugh at me. I'm horrified.” — Justin Sinclair [05:10]
[07:13] – [09:48]
[09:48] – [12:03]
Memorable Moment:
“The girl Tommy brought with him to dinner. That bleach blonde from the shipping department—in my house. Imagine why my husband tolerates it.” — Elizabeth Sinclair [11:24]
[12:57] – [14:47]
Notable Line:
“You ever had it? The feeling that you’ve been taken someplace just so you could insult people with your presence?” — Ginny Morrow [13:55]
[14:47] – [15:44]
[16:34] – [20:13]
Exchange Illustrating Married Tension:
“You want to know about Justin’s friendship with Stella, is that it?” — Elizabeth Sinclair
“You won’t mind if I tell him, Justin?” — Elizabeth Sinclair
“Not a bit of it, baby doll.” — Justin Sinclair [18:14, 18:26]
[21:06] – [24:22]
Insightful Dialogue:
“Tommy Hart and Estella Croft were once married... in that place in Maryland. That unties it.” — Dr. Sinski [24:51]
[25:25] – [28:14]
Dramatic Confession:
“For what she was doing. Going to my home, to my husband, to my boy, to my boy’s name. Yes, and I stabbed you, too, for what you were doing to us. I killed. I’d kill again.” — Elizabeth Sinclair [27:51]
Set against the vivid, dangerous pulse of Broadway, “The Thomas Hart Murder Case” explores themes of ambition, resentment, and survival in the privacy-shattered lives of the garment district. The double homicide, rooted in blackmail and shattered illusions, not only exposes the personal failures of the Sinclair family but leaves the city forever altered by betrayal’s cost. Through taut dialogue and moody atmospherics, the episode stands as a classic of noir detective drama.