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Broadway's My Beat: The Emilio Ramirez Murder Case (EP4733)
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Today's Mystery: A young man stumbles into a storefront church in Spanish Harlem and dies after being stabbed. Original Radio Broadcast Date: July 17, 1950 Originated in Hollywood Stars: Larry Thor as Lieutenant Danny Clover, Charles Calvert as...
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Danny Clover
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Danny Clover
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Adam Graham
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 I do want to encourage you. If you're enjoying the podcast, please follow us using your favorite podcast software. 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 and you can also become one of our ongoing Patreon supporters for as little as $2 per month by going to patreon.greatdetectives.net now from July 17, 1950, here is the Emilio Ramirez murder case.
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Danny Clover
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And in that moment, in the scalpel light of dusk, Broadway stands revealed. The languid preening, the slow smoothing away of the day's wrinkles, the invitation not whispered, not spoken. At headquarters, the image blurs because a slip of paper has been laid on your desk and this is how violent death announces itself in the barrio. It says in Spanish Harlem, a man knifed and through the window you can see Broadway smile. In the barrio, death is no stranger. It calls often, but this time it danced a variation it chose to perform in a storefront In a place of worship. There are many such in the barrio. The rented store, the rented wooden chairs. The bare platform draped in black banners. Lighted with candles of many colors. And this is the altar. Here, women in black mantillas kneel with their men in supplication and the music of their prayer. Primitive, but now it's a lament for the man lying dead in their midst. They kneel in a circle about him. And the light of the candles caresses his face. A man leans against the wall, watching them. The man you know, Johnny Parada, Detective on the barrio beat. He sees you, walks over to you, speaks gently, quietly. This is a new kind for you, isn't it, Danny? Yeah. Yeah. This is how it goes here in the barrio. You grub, you pray, you die. The dead man. Know him? No. I do. Before that, he was just another face. You said, buenos dias, too. Now there's a knife in his back. That makes me know him better. Who was he? Emilio Ramirez. A kid. Lived in a tenement on 99th. Here's the address. I found it in his wallet. How old? These people tell me. They were having their evening prayer like vespers. Emilio staggered in from the street. Cried out for his mother. Died. Any ideas? A few. Maybe some leads. Maybe you'll work this with me, huh, Johnny? Sure. But maybe it'd be better if I took it alone for a while. They know me up here, Danny. I grew up in this. Maybe if you. Yeah, it's okay. Go ahead. Thanks. I'll keep in touch if I get anything. I'll get you right away. Good. These people, you'll have a hard time getting anything out of them, Danny. Who kills, who murders? It's a secret they keep to themselves for their own. They have to keep on good terms with death. Yeah. So long, Danny. After Johnny Parotta left, there was nothing to do but wait. Wait and watch the small island of light in the room define itself against the darkness bleeding in from the streets. Then the siren. And the men from police headquarters. Whose job it was to measure time and method of death. And later, the two men with a basket. They were skilled workers. They didn't need me. The tenements on 99th street were special only by the special arrangements of garbage cans at the curb. But the dogs that sniffed at them had the universal quality of hunger. Red eyed and ribbed, they moved slowly. The people sitting on the steps gave this moment of their lives to complete the pattern of quiet despair. They watched their kids wink at each other and slink into alleys. One of the watchers at number 8812 could speak English. Senor, My name's Danny Clover. Si. From the police. I am contuarious from this place here. And so? There's some questions, Mr. Contwarius, sir. Questions, por favor. What questions? Boy that lived at this address. Emilio Ramirez. Emilio. And so he's dead. He died a little while ago. Did you see. Senor, I heard what you said. Emilio is dead. I want you to tell me what you can about him. Muerte. Muerte. Okay. Emilio. Emilio Ramirez. Muerte. Muerte. It's important that you tell me what you can. Emilio is of all of us from Puerto Rico on a plain to here is what of Emilio? I'll need to know more than that. What more? What is there more? How long have you known him? A year. That long? I think. He lived with the six of us. Others in the two rooms. Hidalgo, Pablo Quesada, Bianco, Flores and myself. What else? Sometimes we eat together. Sometimes we talk together. Sometimes we drink together. The others who lived with you, would they know more? No, senor, I doubt. What can we know of each other? To eat and drink. As I say, More time than that we must spend looking for what we came here to look for. You said Emilio came here by plane. See? Like all of us. For $40. That was arranged by the travel bureau. By senor Clark. You know, senor? No. What? In the barrio. Senor Clark arranges everything. Senor Clark. Understand what I'm saying to you? Martinez? She. She. I don't think so. But you will soon enough. It's a job. Busboy, dishwasher, whatever they tell you to do. Take this slip of paper. Don't lose it. I've written my name on it. That's all you'll need. Che chi seigneur, Comprendo? Nothing else. Martinez. Gracias. Gracias, Senor Clark. Muchas gracias. Sometimes they forget a little thing like a thank you. Now you. You're next. I'm from the police. Oh. Why do you police come to me so often? Maybe because you arrange things. Remember? Look around you. Look at them. Sitting there silent, waiting for a job, for a letter from home, for something they can't even express. I'd be less than nothing if I didn't do what I could for them. Wouldn't I, mister? Your name? Clover. Wouldn't I, Mr. Clover? You do well. Travel bureau, job placement. What else? Everything. They pay me to fly them up from Puerto Rico. That gives me a responsibility. Because they've made me rich. Why they come here? What'd you do for a boy named Emilio Ramirez? Ramirez? Emilio. I'll have to look it up. There are so many. Look it up. Of course. Here we are. Hmm. Seems I did a good deal. Like what? My agents arranged his passage in Puerto Rico. When he arrived, I found him a place to live. In two weeks he came to be hungry. I arranged a place for him on the relief roads. It's all down here on the file, Mr. Clover. You didn't get him a job? I'm afraid Emilio wasn't fitted for much, not in our civilization. But I found a place for him. Where? The Casa of Lady Luck. The gambling joint? Oh, you could call it that. A sense. It's a place where they make love potions, success pills, miraculous powders, things like that. They flourish here in the barrio? Nights like this. Can we join? Where is it? On 96, where the railroad tracks come out into the open. Ask anyone in the barrio. They'll direct you. Now, may I ask a question of you? Go ahead. Your interest in Emilio Ramirez. Why he's been murdered. Oh, you'll understand why I Show no grief, Mr. Clover. No, but tell me anyway. Isn't the parrot the burial? So often they don't know how to deal with things, so they murder. It's a child's way, isn't it, Mr. Clover? You wouldn't know about Emilio's dying, The girl? A bad debt, a sudden passion to kill. He was knifed. Yeah, Typical. Typical. And now, if you'll permit me, a glance at my calendar shows that at 9 o' clock I have an appointment at my barber. I must tell these people I'll have to wait or come back tomor you look with me. It was a few minutes after nine when I reached out for the door into the Casa of Lady Luck. What stopped me was a sign that said closed. Start off tomorrow with luck. Come back then to my desk at headquarters. I knew it was going to be tough. Puerto Ricans, citizens, but a strange people with a strange tongue. Shy and afraid of authority. With silence their only defense against the disappointment of having paid $40 for a new life. Johnny Paradis said it. The sudden death among them was something they wanted to own themselves. As a policeman, I was an intruder. Or as Sergeant Tartaglia broke it to me. You're a stranger here, Danny. I am. Yeah, I know. I got the reports, but you could have called in. Can we go out for supper now? What did the reports say? Nothing. The reports were blank sheets of paper or just that the boy's name was Emilio Ramirez, that he died from a knife wound, that the weapon was a switch knife. You know, press a button, blade comes out, follow up. Nothing. Except that the boy has never been in trouble before. Was on relief at one time or another, but seemed to be anxious to secure a position. Anything else? Yeah. Danny, the phone's ringing. Oh, it really is. Danny Clover speaking. Danny, Johnny Parotta. What do you got, Johnny? I'm not sure, but something maybe. Like what? I'm gonna need some help. Can you get down here? 101st and Park Avenue right away? Make it right away, Danny. Maybe we can wrap this whole thing up. No, no, no. Thank you. You waiting for someone? It's nice. Evening to wait for someone is such an evening for the wine, for the Mia. It took time to piece it all together. The turn of the head from the man leering over my shoulder. The sudden swift cry of terror. And the body flung from the car. The darts of flame from the machine gun thrust out of the car's window at the huddled shape. I ran over to him, to Johnny Perratt. The bullets had torn a frantic design in his body, left it lifeless. When I looked up, the people the sounds had fled. There was only the emptiness, silence. The street of the barrio, the street of the Long D. To make every day more enjoyable, treat yourself often to refreshing, delicious Wrigley Spearman chewing Gum. 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 keep going at your best. So for real chewing enjoyment that's refreshing and long lasting, always keep Wrigley Spearman chewing gum handy. Healthful, delicious Wrigley Spearmint gum will make every day more enjoyable. 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 heat of July, Broadway is a shimmering mirage. It's the time of the Big wish. The Catskills and Coney are the dreamlands at the cooler end of the thermometer and Jones beach and Rockaway stand just over the horizon and beckon. And you linger under the marquee of the theater that's 20 degrees cooler inside. Or dawdle over the potato in your cold plate of borscht. Wonder what it was about the summer that you you wished for. In December, everything sweats on Broadway. Even the newspaper turns moist in your hands. Murder in the Barrio. Two of them, Emilio Ramirez and a cop named Johnny Parada. There was Another cop named Danny Clover, who'd been nearby at both of them. Me. The next morning, I went back to Spanish Harlem. Death still hung heavy. Yes. Leaned close to Maria Parada and whispered to her. Oh, that's you, Danny. Please come in. Thanks, Maria. There's nothing, Danny. Thank you. Nothing you can say or do. My husband's dead. Last night I gave him my tears. A touch of them will last a lifetime. Please. Please sit down. I just want to know. Please. There's only one thing to do now. Find out who murdered Johnny. Who threw him in the street to die. Did he tell you anything about yesterday? Where he was going? What he had to do? Yesterday was a day like any other day. Kiss in the morning when he left. And the hours in between of waiting. Until John. Until Johnny. I'll get it. Where's Maria? Who are you? It's all right, Vincent. Mr. Clover's my friend. By what? Writer friend? Johnny was. Mr. Clover is a policeman. Johnny's brother, Vincent. Hello. As a friend, we accept your condolences. A policeman. You're not welcome here, Vincent. Simply to explain myself, Maria. Simply to give Mr. Clover and myself a basis for talking. Don't you want to know who killed your brother? That's not an intelligent question. I got one thing to ask you, Vincent. As a policeman. What about Johnny? Did you see him yesterday? Talk to him once? Toward evening. Was in a hurry on some foolish police business. The cast of Lady Luck. Oh, now I ask one thing of you. Since you come as a policeman. Get out. Leave us alone. Maria detached herself from us, moved silently about the room, pulled down the shades, cut off the flow of dust, heavy sunlight. Then suddenly there was a black shawl on her head, the rosary beads in her hand. She knelt before an image of the Virgin Mary with the bleeding heart. Vincent moved quickly to her side, knelt too. There was silence. There was the click of the beads. And I left them. It had been closed the night before. Now a loudspeaker hung over its doorway, beating out the violent promise the fury dreams for sale to the people of the barrio Casa of Lady Luck. The guilt splattered sign said Love, success, power. All yours, it said. Consult Madame Lulama. Wallpaper hanging in strips on the walls of the Casa of Lady Luck was pinned back of photographs of lady movie stars. On the counter were bottles and vials and paper boxes labeled with their mysterious potency and the price for each. Reigning over all of it was Madame Lulama, blonde hair in curlers and smoking a cigar. Go ahead, chum, look around for yourself. I'm sure there'll be something even you ought to have. I don't think so. None of us is complete, chum. None of us has got every little thing that's gonna make us happy. Happy. So go ahead and look around and this mess is a powder just for you. I'm from the police. Yeah, well, you'll need something special. Hey, Thomas. Tomas. Bring in a bottle of that stuff we got in this morning. We got ourselves a policeman. Told you not to bother. No bother, honey. Tomas likes doing little things for me, don't you, Tomas? Thanks, Tamas. You're a good, good man. Here you are, chum. Now with this little. You have another boy working for you. Emilio Ramirez. Tell me about him. Slow. Wait, Tamas. I'll take care of. Ask me about Emilio. Okay. I'm glad you did. He's dead. Outside of that, what do you have to know, chum? Why he's dead? Who wanted him dead? No savvy. That's right, Chas. We don't know, do we? All we know is Emilio was a good, good man. Like Tomas. Here. Help me. But, Tomas, don't get killed. We like it like that, not to get killed. You were told to keep your mouth shut about Emilio. Maybe. But don't ask us who, because. No savvy. Like it said, many smart things are said in the barrio. Jump. Johnny Parotta was here last night. Why? Like you, questions don't buy nothing. Kept us from closing for a while, then blew away. Maybe he should have bought something like a life pill, huh? Nuts. My cigars out again? You got a light? Jump? No. Give me a light. Hi, Danny. Hot, huh? Yeah, hot. That idea. Well, then why don't you turn on the fan? Yeah. The cooling breezes to fan your feverish brow. What do you got? These, Danny? The paraphernalia from Johnny Parada's effects. Maybe you can break through the heat and glom onto something from them. Let's see. Regular identification. Uh huh. Among other things. This. Yeah? Yeah. Tantalized me too. A list of 27 names I counted. All of them Spanish sounding. Puerto Ricans, huh? Yeah, probably. Here's one. Underlined. Name of Pedro Miro. I already done it. Danny sent out a pickup for all of them. You're getting better, Gino. And this, which I figure is nothing. A page from a desk calendar. Yeah. And on the back, written Emilio Ramirez. Arrived New York from Scott, May 26, 1949. That's Johnny's handwriting. I checked that too. I don't want to overwhelm you, Danny, I just want you to know I checked on the back of a page torn from a desk calendar. Whose? That I haven't been able to detect. Just that there's a notation against 9pm on the calendar that there was a barber's appointment at that time. Now all we have to do is know who got shaved at 9pm you know something, Gino? Huh? I know who got shaved at 900pm Open up. Open up. Wait, wait. Close. In the middle of the day, close. Leave it like it is open. Where's Roy Clark? Roy Clark? You work for him? Work? Your boss, where is he? Here? No, no, not here. Someplace. Maybe he's here. We'll look, huh? No, no, no. Look. Not for me. We'll look anyway. Your place is bad to let you in. It's all right. I'm from the police. What's your name? Juan. Please, senor. I know nothing. You can help me, Juan. Last night, were you here? See? Last night you knew Johnny Parotta. See? Everybody know Johnny. He was here last night talking to Clark. No, Johnny not here. Don't lie to the police. 1. What happened between Clark and Johnny? I swear. Yeah, I swear. Johnny not here last night. This page torn from a calendar one. It's from the calendar Clock has on his desk, isn't it? No s. No, sir. Listen, Juan. You clean his desk every day. It's his, isn't it? Clark's.
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Adam Graham
Please.
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Danny Clover
Please. I do not know what happened between them. Tell me about it. Tell me. Johnny complain after you. I saw them from back room there. He and Senior Clark, they talk. Johnny writes something on page from calendar. There is anger between them. Johnny goes. That is all I know. Police. That is all I know. Back room, huh? What's in it? You cannot go in there. You cannot open it. No, no, no, no. Give me the key. Give it a. The room had been torn apart. Like someone hated it. Torn it into little pieces. It had been done in a kind of mechanized fury. Legs ripped from tables and chairs. Wooden files ripped from walls. And on the floor, a litter of colored paper. I picked one of them up. A paper with numbers on it. And another. All of them lottery slips. And out of the crazy pattern was an answer. Clark ran the barrio lottery. From this room yard they came. They smash everything. They in your back. Till he bleeded. Then he took him away. Who? I will not tell you where the take. They heed me. They make me swear by my mother I wouldn't say. But I tell you. I tell you. To a basement. Empty house on corner 108th Street. You will tell a story. Fold your hands behind your neck. Mister. Do it. Do it. My authority. This knife at your back made a big mistake, Vincent. I didn't think of you. Killed your brother. Walk through the door. One of our lookouts saw you approach. Open the door. Down those steps. What do you think of it, Mr. Clover? What there was to think about was a tension, an emotion etched against appealing whitewashed walls. Men of the barrio sitting on orange crates, leaning against the rotting timbers, their attitude filled with the terrible silence of men who could pass down death. And in the center of the circle, a shape directly beneath a light bulb strung from the ceiling, a man. A man who held all of terror in his pleading hands. His name was Roy Clark. Help me. Help me. Help me. You know what this is, Mr. Clover? Yeah. A kangaroo court. Precisely. Now you'll understand why I didn't want to place me into Balamaria. We handled such matters in our own way. There've been enough killings, Vincent. Just one more. We can hold you for murder. I know you're a policeman. You have a gun. Get me out of here. You make a move, Mr. Clover, this knife will find you hard. You're crazy. You don't know what you're doing. We know. Putting a man on trial. Miro, come here. Take my knife. Miro. Hold it on, Mr. Clover. If he moves. You people. You people. I've helped you. I'm your friend. Weep. Weep, Senor Clark. Weep the tears you never shed for Emilio and for my brother. Listen to me. Wave. Listen. We own our lives here in the barrio. Our jobs, our marriages, our pleasures. But it gives you no right to own our dying. I think you're wrong. I was Johnny's friend. Emilio's too. It's wrong to do it like this. If you make a move, then Emiro would kill you. Meo. You won a great deal of money in the lottery. See? You never got it. Let me explain how it was. Emilio was your honor. So you killed him. So no money would have to be paid out. So the winner of the lottery would never know from whom to collect. No. No, it. It wasn't. And Johnny Farada, my brother, murdered him because he knew of this. Friends. Where is he? You have to die. Senor Clay. I beg you. I beg you, please. Walk, senor. Walk to the door and look at the outside. Look at freedom. What? What? No need for that, Vincent. Johnny's gone. Mr. Clover, let me take it. Clock would have died anyhow. The law would have seen to it. Perhaps. I took no chances. Now I'll go with you, Mr. Clover. Twilight touches Broadway. Now it's the hour of going home, subway hour of the tired faces, the time of the blue plate special. But soon as the instant when a man will dart from a doorway, beckon over his shoulder to another, then the mob will gather and scream its heart out at the night. It's Broadway, the gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesomest mile in the world. Broadway, my beat. Remember, friends, to make every day more enjoyable, treat yourself often to refreshing, delicious Wrigley Spearmint chewing Gum. There's lots of cooling, real mint flavor in every stick, and chewing Wrigley Spearmint helps keep you feeling fresh and alert. You feel better, work better, get more fun out of doing things. So indoors, outdoors, wherever you go, keep some healthful, refreshing, Wriggly Spearmint Chewing Gum handy. To make every day more enjoyable, treat yourself often to delicious Wrigley Spearmint chewing Gum. The makers of Wrigley Spearmint Chewing Gum hope you've enjoyed tonight's story and that you're enjoying Wrigley Spearmint Gum every day. We invite you to join us next week at the same time when Detective Danny Clover returns again with Broadway's My Beat. Broadway's My Beat, Brought to you by Wrigley Spearmint Gum is produced and directed by Elliot Lewis with music composed and conducted by Alexander Courage. The program is written by Morton Fine and David Friedkin and stars Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover with Charles Calvert as Tartaglia. Included in tonight's cast were Sarah Selby, Francis Chaney, Lou Merrow, Jack Crucian, Herb Butterfield and Anthony Barrett. Bob Stevenson speaking. This is cbs, the Columbia Broadcasting System. You can make a difference in someone's life, including your own, with a job in home care. These jobs offer flexible schedules, health care, retirement options and free training. They also provide paid time off and opportunities for overtime. Visit oregonhomecarejobs.com to learn more and apply. That's oregonhomecarejobs.com.
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Adam Graham
Welcome back. A great atmospheric case, and I thought the episode did a superb job of painting pictures of these locations. I could practically imagine it in my mind as if it was drawing out a realistic graphic novel. There were so many great word pictures to work with, probably one of Anthony Barrett's more intense performances as the brother. Barrett is one of those actors who could easily be taken for granted with all the thin character roles he got as miscellaneous tough cabbies and cops, etc. But give him a big moment and he really does come through. He had a part in one of our most recent Christmas specials on the amazing World Radio for the Hallmark Playhouse. Of course a very different story and a very different part, although it was also a Hispanic character. But he had one moment where his line read just hit like a train. And I felt the same way with his line, you own our lives in the barrio, but that gives you no rights to own our dying. Here was a man who was really representing a whole lot of people in the barrio who had accepted life as second class citizens under Clark's thumb as the only way to get along. And Clark was condescending and arrogant and viewed them as disposable according to his own whim. And the brother just said enough. At the same time, the story highlighted the challenges that were being faced by Puerto Ricans who had immigrated to New York and their plight. What was portrayed wasn't too far from the real world situation that many Puerto Ricans face living in New York despite, as Danny noted, them being US Citizens. Also of note is Broadway's My Beat, beginning a short sponsorship with Wrigley. Wrigley at different times sponsored the lineup and yours truly, Johnny Dollar as well, which makes me feel like I owe them buying a pack of gum even though I'm not a gum person. This sponsorship only lasted a few weeks, but certainly had to be an encouragement to CBS to continue to work the show into their lineup and to sustain it in the many weeks in which it was not sponsored. Well, listener comments and feedback now and we start it on YouTube where Terry writes thank you much enjoyed. And then we have a comment on our listener survey from Frida over in Alberta who writes I love this podcast. Serious first all the way. Well, thanks so much and if you're curious about the Serious comment, have noticed a trend on the podcast that among those who are listening to this particular to the main group Great Detectives of All time radio page, SiriusXM is now the second most popular source around 1 in 8 people listening to this on the main podcast feed are listening through Sirius xm. I'm not certain why that is. I would like to be able to tell that I had this very clever promotional campaign that brought us to the attention of serious listeners, but we didn't. Nor is the Great Detectives one of the featured podcasts that they have highlighted there with folks like Oprah or Conan o' Brien or Mel Robbins. So while I don't know why we have so many folks listening from Sirius xm, I am so glad that you are listening and I appreciate you taking time to fill out the listener survey. Thank you so much. Now it's time to thank our Patreon supporter of the day. And I want to go ahead and thank Phil, patreon Supporter since August 2018, currently supporting the podcast at the Detective Sergeant level of $7.14 or more per month. Thank you so much for your support, Phil. And that will actually do it for today. If you're enjoying the podcast, please please follow us using your favorite podcast software. And if you're enjoying the podcast on YouTube, be sure to like the video, subscribe to the channel, and mark the notification bell. All those great things that help YouTube channels to grow. We will be back next Wednesday with another episode of Broadway's My Beat. But join us back here tomorrow for the next installment of the Moonstone, where.
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Danny Clover
Sergeant Cuff, you alone are responsible. Rosanna Spearman was innocent. And you frightened her into taking her own life. You and your infernal spying. Gabriel, give this wretch whatever money he requires and release me from the sight of him. Yes, my Lady. Believe me, Lady. Before you begin, Sergeant Cuff, I. I have no wish. I regret if my words have wronged you. Your ladyship is most kind. You are a good and gracious person, sir. I thank you. In connection with the suicide of Ms. Rosanna Spearman, I have this to say before I withdraw from the case. You have indeed dispensed with my services, have you not? I see. Then both you and Gabriel have assigned a motive for the suicide of Rosanna Spearman, which I deny is true. She took her life because of some connection with the Moonstone. Some unbearable anxiety about the stolen gem led to her self destruction. And I know the person capable of deciding whether I'm right or wrong. I see, Sergeant. And is that person now in the house? She has left the house, milady.
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Adam Graham
I hope you'll be with us then. In the meantime, send your comments to box13, wrightdetectives.net, follow us on on Twitter at radiodetectives and check us out on Instagram. Instagram.com Great. Detectives from Boise, Idaho, this is your host, Adam Graham, signing off.