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Broadway's My Beat: The David Blaine Murder Case (EP4893)
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Today's Mystery: Danny investigates what looks like a suicide by an engaged man in an apartment building. Original Radio Broadcast Date: July 22, 1951 Originated in Hollywood Stars: Larry Thor as Lieutenant Danny Clover, Charles Calvert as Sergeant...
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In a moment, we're going to bring you this week's episode of Broadway's My Bait. But first I do want to encourage you if you are enjoying the podcast to please follow us using your favorite podcast software and also be sure to rate and review the podcast wherever you download it from. 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 using the Zell app to box 13@greatdetectives.net you can also become one of our ongoing Patreon supporters for as little as $2 per month by going to patreon.greatdetectives.net Now I should note here that we do actually have a lost episode in between last week's show and this week's. And this period does have quite a few lost episodes, at least for this series. We have five of seven weeks programs missing. Today's episode originally aired July 22, 1951 and here is the David Blaine murder case. Wrigley's Spearmint Chewing Gum the refreshing, delicious treat that gives you chewing enjoyment presents for your listening enjoyment. 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, the thrilling drama of murder and mystery and the people who walk the Great White Way with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover. For refreshment while you work. For enjoyment anytime, chew a stick of Wrigley's Spearmint Gum. The delicious, long lasting, real mint flavor of Wrigley Spearmint cools your mouth and freshens your taste. The good smooth chewing helps keep you feeling fresh and alert. Adds enjoyment to whatever you're doing. So indoors, outdoors, at work or play, enjoy chewing Wrigley's Spearmint Gum. Wrigley's Spearmint. Refreshing. Delicious. In July, the night slips down over Broadway like a black silk stocking. And you drift to it because the other promises you made to yourself never happen. The part of your life that never counted is left behind. You stand on a street corner, beating down the scream in your throat. The shadows start at 7 o' clock and deepen into night. You hug it close because it's your chance that something will happen to you outside of the movies. And the tap on the shoulder starts it. Or the laughter that floats down to your end of the bar. Or a smile. Or the man who runs down the hall after you. Danny. Hey, Danny. What's the matter, Sergeant? Glad I nabbed you before you took off for the day. Phone call, Danny, from a hysterical woman. You know, I had a hard time teasing it all. 1647 East 56, Danny. Fourth floor apartment. That's where her fiance lives. The guy's threatening to blow his brains out. Here. The names and such I jotted on this paper. Squad card. Gino. Waiting for you downstairs. Muggerman's with it. That's it, Danny. 1647. Who'd you say was doing all this? Threatening man by the name of Blaine. First there's. Let's see. David. Try the buzzer. Mugman. Yeah, He did it. Ms. Carroll said he was going to do it and he did. Where from? The police. It happened up there on the fourth floor, Mr. Blaine. It happened just now. Not more than. Who's that crying? That's her. Miss Carol. See her? See her? Hugging the banister up on the third floor landing. And that's Mr. Fallon at the rail on the second floor. Let's go. Mugavan. Dead. The gun's here, Danny. By his chair. Looks brand new. Looks like Mr. Blaine had his choice. Uh huh. It's quite a gun collection from derringers on up. Complete equipment for a young arsenal. Mugman. Yeah. Those people we passed in the landing. That boy on the second floor, Mr. Fallon and Ms. Carol on the third. I'll want to talk to him. Yeah. Ms. Carroll's still crying. Danny. You hear her. Poor woman. And stand for a moment and consider the virulence of death. How it is. Not content with its Own must reach out to slash the livid scar into the heart of those crowding its edge. The woman crying softly. The other tenants whispering, moving restlessly in the lower corridors and then hugging the wall. Because the attendance on violence must pass. The photographers, the interns, the technicians. And the moment is gone. It's routine now, official. The first entry in the file of night. The next morning. Gather it into a neat stack on your desk. Sit down to it and be surprised at the opening door and. And the quick presence of the woman you had marked for later interrogation. The man who was with you last night. He said you wanted to talk to me. It could have waited, Miss Carol, until you felt better and until you. It'll not be forgotten that easily, Mr. Clover, if that's what you mean. If you have something to ask, ask. Only don't prolong it. Don't make me wait and wonder. Sorrow's enough by itself, don't you think? Yes. Yes, it is. And you try to understand us, Ms. Gerald. A man I loved, who loved me, is dead. By his own hand, by his own will. He could have lifted his burden onto me, whatever it was. But he didn't. And now he's dead. You want more than that. Maybe because this is my job, because I can't rule out the possibility that David Blaine was murdered. Awful. How ugly of you to think a thing like that. That anyone could have wanted my David dead. It's ugly. Tell me about him. He loved me. He was going to marry me. He was polite, gentle. Sometimes he'd forget himself. Then he'd beg my forgiveness. Wept sometimes showered me with gifts so I'd be quicker to forgive. This watch, he called it an engagement present. But it was really an atonement for. Look at it. See how he loved me. It's a beautiful watch, Miss Carol. See? Listen to ticks. Ticks. Takes away my life with David. Softly, gently. Listen to me, Miss Carol. Why would David kill himself? You were in love. You were going to be married. Why? He had a secret. That's it. He had a secret. He didn't want to stain me with it. Isn't that it, Mr. Clover? Isn't that why a man kills himself for the girl he loves? I'm sorry, Danny. I thought. But it's important. It's all right, Dr. Sinski. You can come in. Well, that'll be all for now, Miss Carol. Thank you. You helped a great deal. Thank you. You have nothing more? Nothing. Not now. Then I'll go. If you should want to talk to me again, I promise I'LL be goodbye. It's not easy, huh, Danny? To pry into grief, to scavenge. You've got something, Doctor. Just tell me. Forgive me, Danny. Sometimes my mouth gets the better of me. I studied it, Danny. I put it on your desk for you to study. Read it sideways, upside down. Still comes out suicide. Then it's done. Finished, huh? Nothing to bother our brains about. Like you say, Danny, finished. Except when a man who dies as Blaine did, in shock spasm, arms rigid at right angles to his body, fingers clenched. How is it the gun was not found in his hand but on the floor? Just a small question, Danny. To gnaw at the brain of a medical man. Sometimes it happens so. But yeah. Go practice medicine, Doctor. Maybe I can bring you back an answer. Maybe where a man died, someone has an answ. I'm busy right now. Your name? Richard Fallon. I'm from the police. I guess that gives you a right. Come on in. You want to sit over there? Move those papers off the couch. Just put them on the floor. You a writer, Fallon? You interested or curious? What do you write about? About your city. But how? It's not like my part of the country. About your many faceted city. About your stinking city, your people, your small people, your hurry up people. You're no place to go people. The no tears city, the rat hole city. That's what I write about. Any material up on the fourth floor. I figured that it'd be your gambit. Nothing. Your city caught up with a man and he shot himself before it drowned him. I'll think about the man and smile and wish him well. Know anything about him? His name was David Blaine. He walked arm in arm with a third floor woman. Ms. Carol. Last night I heard a shot. I ran out into the hall. Mrs. Galvin downstairs ran out into the hall. Ms. Carol upstairs, ran out into the hall. We looked up the stairwell to the fourth floor from where the shot came. David Blaine was dead. I know that about him. What else? Nuh. Nothing. Sit there if you want, but don't stare at the back of my neck when I write. Makes me self conscious. My gratitude for permitting me my 10 minutes at the water cooler, Danny. Feel better, Gino? Goes without saying. And now, to the toils of the day, it comes to that part of the rundown in which I proffer you, your daily piece of resistance in two parts. To wit, gun found at sight of deceased David Blaine is indeed gun with which deceased did do himself in. Now, Gino, that hasn't. Patience. Patience, Danny. Part two will settle the question itching in your brain of suicide versus murder. Scratch it for me, Gino. Delighted. Part two of report from Technical States. Impossible for any tenant to have shot said deceased. Make an escape down the fire escape, arrived in the hallways in time to look up and yell, man dead on the fourth floor in your presence. Add to this the double whammy I have held out on you. Give it to me. Tartaglio piques. You and any the Lakeman assigned to such duty. I've come up with that. David Blaine did indeed lose upwards to fifty grand by sour bets in the stock market. This in the period of the last month. 50 grand in 30 days for this guy's killed themselves, Danny. For a lot less sometimes. Yeah, yeah, yeah. All right, Gino, close the file on Blaine. There's nothing more. Danny Clover speaking. They switched me to you. You the man on that Blaine thing? Yes, what about it? Who are you? Blanche Hemby, Mr. 1834 East 59, room 1 1. You said Blaine. What have you got? What have I got? I got he was murdered, mister. And go there and walk the hallway mottled with shadows and scuffings. The short corridor that ends in the door with the tin numbers and the pull down bed in the basin in the corner. Knock on door 11, get no answer and go in because there was urgency in the voice that said, come here. The bed was pulled down the river and the splotch of blood trailed off it onto the floor. The girl was behind the couch, huddled, her knees drawn to her chest, and only the fat summer fly pinging against the window made sound. That and the lonely room silences that intruded upon the dead girl. The murder. For refreshment while you work. For enjoyment anytime, chew a stick of Wrigley's Spearmint Gum when your mouth feels dry, when you're warm or tired, Wrigley's Spearmint is really refreshing. The lively, full bodied, real mint flavor cools your mouth, moistens your throat, freshens your taste. And the chewing itself gives you a little lift, helps you feel your best and do your best. So for chewing enjoyment plus pleasant refreshment, chew delicious Wrigley Spearmint Gum. We now continue with Broadway's My Beat, written by Morton Fine and David Friedkin and starring Larry Thor as detective Danny Clover. In the glittering Midsummer's day, Broadway takes time, time out to shimmer. The chrome is polished high, the better to reflect the passage of women who lean for a moment against the summer's heat and then walk slowly on the mouthpieces. Of the pay phones glisten with the moist whispers of an empty summer afternoon. A money clip glints through the dark of an alley and you know that someone has gotten odds on a piece of the day. There's the drone of the neon and the tired wind nudging a headline in a shining trash bin. Cops finds murdered girl in tenement room and the wet shirt pulled from your back. Like other summers, other days. Where I was in the corridor between my office and the show up room. That had happened before too. Only the names of the dead were different. Blanche Hemby. I got the rundown on her you wanted, Danny. What'd you get? Mugaman. I'll have to slice it off fast, Danny. I'm due at the show up. A woman there at Mrs. Westfall, real eager to identify a prowler. She dreamed last night. I'll walk you down. This girl, Blanche Hemby, frequent visitor. Got her name on her guestbook maybe five times. For what? Oh, nothing. Sensational brawl over a hairdo with another dame in a bar phonograph screaming. Her screaming, disturbing the neighbors. Beat a guy's head open with a bottle because he called her a gimme, gimme girl. Things like that. Any tie up with David Blaine. I noticed around the bars where she had the trouble. The tenement where she lived, the place she was working at. Two weeks ago, they fired her. Uh, she gave notice, Danny, two weeks ago. Said she was sick and tired. Working for nickel tips behind a hamburger counter. She had better, she told him. A lot better. Bit a hole in her timecard, threw it on the griddle, walked out. Work anywhere else? See anyone else? Mm, mm, I checked that too. Blanche slept away the days in her room. Three times a day she got up the phone for beer once a day for sandwiches. Here I am. I'll check with you later, Danny. Yeah, I know. I know where I got it. Why don't you leave me alone, Mugabin. That kid up there. What about him, Danny? Some punk, probably. That's the boy who was the tenant on the second floor where Blaine was murdered. Get him. Muggerman. Bring him up to my office. Sure, Danny, right away. There he is, Danny. He's not anxious, Jerrick. Hands off me. You're scum, all of you. Take it easy, kid. What happened? The city trying to drown you the way you said it does to people? I hate it. I get drunk at night because I hate it that way. I see it for what it is. And you can't stand that when someone like me sees you for what you are. You hate me and you kick me. You throw me in jail because I'm better. Even drunk, I'm better. You. He's right, Danny. He's a lot better than us. He goes around with a pocket full of watch like this because he's so much better. Where'd you get this watch, Richard? I held out my hand and I begged. And a kindly person dropped it right into my begging hand. Where'd you get it? I told you. I walked the streets and it fell into my hand because I was crying and lonely and sick for home. Ms. Carol, your neighbor has a watch like this. You steal it from her. You steal it. Richard. Lock him up. Mugden. A watch exactly like the one Regina Carroll owned. Her engagement present from the man now dead, presumed a suicide, suspected murdered. If it were Ms. Carroll's watch, what was Richard Fallon doing with it? It was a simple question and Richard couldn't answer it. So call Ms. Carol. Get no answer. So open the plush box that held the watch. Levante Jewelers for over a century. That's what the satin ribbon said, glued against the inside top. Stolen from Levante Jewelers for over a century. Go there. Ask Mr. Levante. Oh, no, not stolen. Purchased. By whom? A policeman. You said you were. Let me see, please. Sure. Here. Yes, this watch was purchased. You've already said that. Apologies. I'm temporizing. You see, I'm trying to gather my forces together. Now, as to who purchased this watch. Perhaps to a Ms. Carroll. My old friend, Ms. Regina Carroll. Of course, it's impossible to tell. What are you trying to tell me, Mr. Levante? You see, this is quite an unusual watch. We rarely sell more than one a year. Our own design, with a foreign mechanism. However, we sold two in the last few months. Remarkable. Who did you sell them to? Even more remarkable. A few days ago, Ms. Carol purchased such a watch. A few months ago, a fiance, now dead, I've heard. A few months ago, this gentleman also purchased such a watch as an engagement gift for Ms. Carol. That makes two watches for Ms. Carol. Both the same kind. Is there an explanation for it, Mr. Levante? Ms. Carroll said she lost her engagement watch. Thus she purchased another one. She cautioned me not to mention it to her fiance or to anyone, for that matter. But now you, a policeman, Mr. Blaine. Dead. Well, you don't think I'm going back on my word to an old friend, do you? Ms. Carroll is your old friend. Her dad and I were close. I toddled Regina. Poor woman. You mean about her fiance? About all of them. What do you Mean? There were four of them, you know. Two at college, one when she was a sophomore, one when she was a senior. Then about 10 years ago, a young man, since quite successful in groceries, has a nice store for select customers on medicine. Chap named Mason, I think Ms. Carol was engaged four times. She's 37, you know. She doesn't look it, does she? Still a beauty. A bygone day kind of beauty, if you know what I mean. Victorian. Would that be it? I often wondered why she never married any of her young men. Why they backed out on their marriage. I wonder why, too. You need some help, sir? I'm looking for a Mr. Mason. All right, I'm Mason. I'm Danny Clover, police. First name's Pete. Danny, you got a couple of minutes? Anytime. For you fellas, I need a couple of minutes to recuperate anyhow. Mrs. Smythe just had me on the floor. Oh, she comes in here with her French poodles, three on a leash. Maiden chauffeur trailing in back, orders a dozen. Would you ever hear anybody say bagel with a broad? A she wants a dozen? Boggles, I don't understand her. Finally she tells me what she wants is receptacles for a delicacy known as lox. How did she say locks? Lox, the chauffeur said. What can I do for you, Danny? You were once engaged to a Regina Carol, weren't you? It was an experience. I'm not sorry for it. Who broke the engagement? You've got to ask that because it's important for the police to know. Right, Danny? I broke it. Why? Why? That's a question I often ask myself. Sometimes my wife asks me, and I'll tell you what I answer. Go ahead. Regina was a girl just like the girl that married dear old dad close to the wedding. I discovered this is not the type of girl I wanted personally. The girl that married my dear old dad. My mom nagged my father to an early grave. Mom and Regina, two peas from the same pod. Go on. I'll tell you about Regina. I figure she has a picture in her head of a husband in a smoking jacket with satin lapels and a curved pipe in a fireplace. I don't fit the requirements. Personally, I like polka better than cribbage. Uh huh. What else? Well, Regina, how she dressed. Pretty, you understand. But she made her own fashions, which she never changed. Ribbons, dresses, choked against the throat, and always a little too long. She slipped on the ice once and I told her she had pretty legs. She slapped me. That's what about Regina Carroll, Danny? That enough? Plenty. Thanks. Thanks a lot, Gordon. Danny Clover. I couldn't be more charmed if I tried. A quiet evening in technical, huh, Gordon? It was. Now the place screeches at me. Did you do that, Danny? Just by walking in here? You mix yourself bitter pills in those test tubes. I don't have to. I have company. No offense. The gun that killed David Blaine. Get it out. Go over it again. I've already examined it thoroughly. My report was placed on your desk. Get it out. I can recall it to you if memory fails you.32 caliber Smith and Wesson, fired once. Get it. Examine it. All right. All right, then. See, I'm examining. It's still as it was when Blaine held it close to it. The barrel. Put it on a slide, hold it up to the light, whatever you have to do. If you ask Danny, I'll do better. Perhaps this will amuse you. The spectromicrograph enlarges 45 times. And there. Have a look, Danny. You look. All right, Danny. All right. Wow. What? These infinitesimal scratch marks on the barrow. Fascinating. And a new quirk. It didn't register on me before. I checked the rifling in the barrel against the slug, which we called standard operating procedure. I didn't think of looking at the outside of the barrel. Why should I? With a suicide? I guess I should have, eh? And what would you have found out, Gordon? That the man killed himself with a silencer on his weapon. Now that's what I call taking quiet, Please. A shade too far. Denny. Oh, Mr. Clover. I knew you'd come back. Knew there'd be more things you'd want to know about David. Did you come in? Thanks. You may sit down. That chair. No, thanks. What makes you think I wanted to find out any more about David? I assumed it. Suicide files to complete. I realize it's my duty to be cooperative, Ms. Carol. I can tell you so much about him. He was generous. He was a gentleman. He was murdered. You suggested that before, Mr. Clover. I didn't believe it then. I don't believe it now. Murdered? He was dead minutes before we got to him. That's stupid. Listen to me, Ms. Carroll. Stupid because I heard the shot. We all heard it. We all ran out into the hall. Do you have a gun, Ms. Carol? Yes, I have a gun. David gave it to me. Woman alone. Did he show you how to fire it? Of course he did. He loved guns. I interested myself in them. Shall I get the gun? It isn't necessary for now. You don't have to get the silencer either. What are you talking about? The gun you shot David with. His own gun was equipped with a silencer. Mr. Clover. I don't understand you at all. I'm a lonely woman, and I admit it. I'm a helpless one. How could I have killed anyone? Someone I loved. Nice view from this window, Ms. Carroll. You could stand here, see Detective Mugavan and me coming, fire a blank cartridge from your gun, run out into the hall, look up, and everyone thinks the shot came from the floor above. From David Blaine's apartment. Do you admit it, Miss Carol? No. No. I want to show you something. Here. Look at it, Miss Carol. A watch. Just like the one you're wearing. I didn't kill him. David Blaine broke his engagement to you, didn't he? I didn't kill him. The kind of woman you are. Proper and proud. You gave him back the watch. But what to tell your friends? Tell them that someone else walked out on you the way three other men did. A proud woman like you. So you bought another watch just like it. The one you're wearing. Please. Please. Because I have the one you gave back to David. The watch you had. That boy, that writer, Richard Fallon Steele. From David's apartment. So the police wouldn't find it there and ask questions. You told him to get rid of the watch. He got drunk instead, got picked up. Look. Look. David jilted me. I didn't kill him. You did. You couldn't live with the thought of another man's walking out on you like the other three. That's why you bought the watch. So your friends would think you were still engaged. Mr. Clover. So your friends would think David died because of the money he lost. Blanche Hemby, the reason why David walked out on you. The woman David loved. Filth. Beat her to death. Beat her. Beat her. Let's go, Ms. Carol. Like David Eris Filth. Instead of me. Her. A woman like that. Ms. Carol. It's not true what you said. Those men didn't turn me down. I turned them down. College boys. Grosser. Not good enough. It isn't true. It isn't true. They did walk out. Why? Why? Take me away. Put me someplace I don't want to look at anyone. I can't look at any. Broadway's deserted now. Maybe it's the heat. Maybe it's just that people get tired and want to go home because Broadway threw sand in their eyes. Maybe you found what you were looking for and couldn't and stare it in the face because it's A street that'll give you anything you want, any way you want it. It's Broadway. The gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesomest mile in the world. Broadway, my beat. 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The program is written by Morton Fine and David F. Freed. Ginnan stars Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover with Charles Calvert as Tartaglia and Jack Prussian as Mugavan. This is cbs, the Columbia Broadcasting System. Coffee genius. Here most people see a busy cafe, but I see precision at every step thanks to genius. From global payments transactions, instant inventory, precise operations in sync. Absolutely genius. From sold out crowds worldwide to managing the morning rush, genius keeps operations running smoothly. One Portado, flawless pour, perfectly timed, just beautiful big league reliability for any business. That's genius. Welcome back. The way that. The way that Gordon's the solution is realistic, if a bit hurried up. There would have been a few more tests you would have to run to make that leap to. It was a silencer. But what can I say? It's a half hour show. You've got to condense some stuff. Now, of course, as I said at the top of the episode, there is actually a lost program in between last week's show and. And this week. So my feeling that this motive feels quite a bit similar in thrust as both were done rather than the sort of greed or hate the murderers were both undertaken to maintain social status. Now it's a different sort of motive and it does make a nice change of pace though, even if the episode from 15 July was a more typical motive. Doing two similar ones two weeks apart might be risk overdoing it, but again, I wouldn't say that it's crossed that line at this point. It's just an interesting change of pace from what we typically get. All right, well, now it's time to thank our Patreon supporter of the day. And I want to thank Charlie, patreon supporter, since July 2020, currently supporting the podcast at the Psalmist level of $4 or more per month. Thanks so much for your support, Charlie. That will do it for today. If you're enjoying the podcast, please follow us using your favorite podcast software and be sure to rate and review the podcast wherever you download it from. We'll be back next Wednesday with another episode of Broadway's My Beat, but join us back here tomorrow for dragnetware. Each of the individual units here on the map will be covered by one car. As I said, each one's roughly nine blocks square. Now, you'll be responsible for the area assigned to you. We haven't got too much time, so before we go down the list to assign the areas, have you got any questions? Any questions at all? Yeah, suppose there's a 211 call in somebody else's area. I mean, other than the one you're assigned to. Do we leave our area and head over there? No, Jess, I meant to bring that out. If there's a robbery, call in somebody else's area. Stay put till you get a call to lend a hand. Oh, anything else? Yeah, how about the managers of these markets? They've been briefed on a stakeout. They know we're going to be covering the area. Yeah, they've all been alerted. Now, in case of a holdup, they might try to contact you directly. They'll be looking for you, you'll be looking for them. That it, Bob's that covered for you? Well, yeah, but I'm just wondering about this number two suspect, the one who drives a getaway car. Yeah. Well, it says here in the dope sheet, number one suspect carries a nickel plated revolver. Now, how about number two? He carry a gun? Well, I wish I could answer that. We don't know. All the information we got on him is on the sheet right there. I see. Well, they never try any rough stuff anyway, do they? No gunplay? They never hurt anyone? No, not yet. Don't let them make you the first. I hope you'll be with us then. In the meantime, send your comments to Box 13@GreatDetectives.net follow us on Twitter at radiodetectives and check us out on Instagram. Instagram.com greatdetectives From Boise, Idaho, this is your host, Adam Graham signing off. 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