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Broadway's My Beat: The Jack Jorno Murder Case (EP4757)
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Today's Mystery:Johnny investigates the murder of a young prize fighter. Original Radio Broadcast Date: August 7, 1950 Originating from Hollywood Starring: Larry Thor as Lieutenant Danny Clover; Charles Calvert as Sergeant Gino Tartaglia; Jack...
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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 get into this week's episode of Broadway's My Beat. But first, I do want to encourage you. If you're enjoying the podcast, please follow us using your favorite podcast software. Also, today's program is brought to you in part by the financial support of our listeners. You can support the show using the Zell app to box through 13@greatdetectives.net or become one of our ongoing Patreon supporters for as little as $2 per month over at patreon.greatdetectives.net now from August 7, 1950, here is the Jack Giorno murder.
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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. Starring Larry Thor as Detective Danny Glover. Broadway, where the twilight lies against the city like gray speckled gauze ripples off into another world. It's the street of the hurry up steps, the fast questions glances the seekers after the special smile and you walk it because once Broadway touched you. You can't rub it off like me. Until a part of it flung itself at me and tore across the face of the night and took me to an alley. Wait for you, Danny. Yeah. Where? McAvan? Up here. The alley. Go on, beat it. Get away from here. There he is, Danny. Shot kid. Say about 19? It'd say about right, huh? Yeah, kid carried his life in his inside coat pocket. Wallet stuff, fighter and clippings. Must have been pretty good. Jack Giorno. They mean anything to you? Uh, I don't think so. Giorno, Giorno. Like I've heard it. Well, maybe because I follow the fights closer. Yeah, let's see that a minute, will you, dak? You see 36 fights, 34 wins. Good record. Mostly club fights in small towns, but a good record. Small town boy come to fight in the big city, huh? So it looks to find a local address. Yeah, 63rd Street YMCA here. I guess a kid overmatched himself, huh, Danny? A kid enters the city and it's gonna be easy. His fists will knock it over the left jab, a right cross, little sweat, some pain. It's all yours now, kid. The golden lights that scream your name. The golden women that whisper your name sweet and easy like wild honey. But the dark alley that you didn't count on. You'll lie in the blood of your death and try to explain how it was going to be to the attentive cats at the ymca. A courteous fellow pass poked a courteous finger into a pigeonhole and came up with a note that said if anyone wanted anything of Jack Giorno to contact him at Sal Boone's gym on West 49th. Then the courteous fellow explained the advantage of a Y membership to a fellow my type. I thanked him, told him I consider it. First to one to talk it over were the fellows at Saul Boone's. He understood. Saul's gem was like a thousand others, training quarters for other kids like Jono. Side street arena for the ambitious. The bums. The has been punch front over it all. Like a muscular mother hen gone to fat skull. Boom. The laugh. Give him a laugh there, kid. That's it. That's it, boy. That's a nice boy. Pretty. Oh, hi, Danny. I'll talk to you. Saul. I did something. Break it off up there. Saul, I want to talk to you. Oh, well, I'm on it a minute, Danny. All right. Crowded, kid. Get up. Crowdy, crowdy, crowdy. Smothering. Breathe in his face. Let's go to pain now, kid. Not a hook, boy. Ah, Dalcha, you're dull, child, baby. Now pick up your worthy opponent and explain it to him what you did to him. Only not here. Someplace else. Nice policeman wants to talk to me. Hello, Donnie. How are you? It goes. It goes, Saul. Kid named Jack. Giorno, giorno. Oh, very promising chicklin, Danny. Proper hamlin. Jonas should win fame and fortune and many girl chickens. Was he here today? Sure he was here. He's been here every day since he blew into town. Where else would a kid go for motherly advice? Fist a couple. He's speaking, but the mother saw bloom. When did he leave here? All right, seven. I was teaching him a few things. In the middle, he gets a phone call, says he's gotta go. When a chicken like Jono's gotta go. You know, like. What's the matter, Danny? Jono did something? No. Well, then what's the mishmash with police with questions onto Him? Kid was shot. So to death, huh? A chicken like that to die. That breaks the heart, pushes the pieces under the garbage can. You know anything else about him, Saul, besides enter the private life of my boys? I never pry, Danny. All I know is how to tell him to behave nicely in a squared circle. He must have made friends. Oh, sure, he made friends. That Hawaiian shirt over there, you see? Hey, Billy. Billy Dorsey. Come over here a minute. You must have seen Billy fight Danny when he was good. Now he's worn out, rapidly deteriorating into a bum. Oh, Billy, Billy. Hi, kid. How's the chat? What do you want, Sol? This is Danny Clover, champ detective. It's him who wants. Oh, you think I can get you what you want, Mr. Clover? Talk nice, Billy. Our friend here's looking into the murder of Jack Jono. Dog. Nice Jono. Murdered? I was a good kid. Yeah. Murdered an alley about an hour ago. An hour ago, huh? Just about the time I was given a heavy bag of workout. Right, Solly? Sure, Billy, sure. Like I said, Mr. Clover, he. He was a good kid. Me, I talked to his manager about fighters. You talk to their managers? How would that be? Well, the same as mine. George Fuller. His place is down the street, the. The Miller apartment. He'd be glad to help you. George is helpful. Ask him. I'll do that, Billy. That's pretty late, huh, buster? You're George Fuller? Lot Buster. I'm Danny Clover. Police. Come on. Come on right in. No offense, man, buster and all. Take a chair. You like? Thanks. I was having a beer. There's a couple more banging in the ice bar. No, like I said, I. I didn't mean to make an offense. You're the law, huh? I work at it. Working now, aren't you? I've got something to do with it. You got a fighter named Jack Jono? Ah, sweet kid. Sweet fighter. Danny Fast. He'll come. He'll be there when he learns. He won't learn. He's dead. Oh, come on, Danny. Dead. Murdered in an alley. I told him. I told him. What are you going to do with a kid like that after all? I told him. What'd you tell him? What did I tell him? To behave himself, to keep his nose clean. A kid like that. Like what? Young, you know what I mean. A comer. Future. All he knows is what's in his fist. How do you keep him out of trouble? He gets in the ring and looks over his shoulder to see how many women are in the audience. Then he proceeds. You know what I mean? Not exactly, Mr. Boy. Women. Jack. Jono. Got along, huh? Got along. What are you going to do with a kid like that? What? Women with ears, Buster. He could pick and choose. Did he? Yeah. Yeah, he did. With red hair. Jenny Dorset. Jenny Dorset. I met a man named Billy Dorset tonight. You met Jenny's husband? What's left of him. He used to be good. Now there's only what's left of him. You know what I mean? Where do I find Jenny? I'll write it down for you, Denny. I told him to keep his nose clean. What do you do with a kid like that? You can enjoy the music for a spell. And you can go away. It's busy inside. It is. Who? Yeah, that's right. Who? Danny Clover. Police. Good evening. Police. Come in. Just stop being busy inside. You didn't tell me who. I told you. You tell me. Yeah, Natural Mickey. Crystal light, heavy weight 173. Height 5' 9. Hair black. Colorized sea green. She tells me. Jenny Dorsett. Jenny Dorset tells me. Come on in, I'll prove it. Here, open your eyes. Jenny. I brought you something nice. What is it? It's a policeman named Danny Clover. It's a lot. Looks like it could be kind. All true. Thank you for bringing it to me, Mickey. Mrs. Dorset, you're a present. So call me Jenny. Mrs. Dorset. I want. Not always do we get what we want. I want you to call me Jenny. No. By Jack Ch. He's dead. They stopped the music on the radio to tell me Jack Jorno was dead. I cried because I cried. Then they started the music again. Hey look, it's eight o'. Clock. I better get out of here. Not till I let you, Mickey. Nobody goes away from me till I let him. I'll be late. Jenny, tell me again how you did over that boy in Philly. Bet you like most of all. Won't you Jim, Tell me it's okay with that friend. I'm sure he's here to spend his time. Tell her. Yeah. Listen, Jenn. Listen, Pete. I took him in a second, see? In the first round I cut him. It hurt him how I cut him. So in the second I went after it. But I teased him first. Hard like coal iron on his stomach. I didn't want him to know what I was after. Then in the throat. And then the cut. It's okay with you? Police. Where do I get you? Salpone? He's my mother. Like all the other boys. Bye. Jen. Jen. We were talking about Gianna. Is that what we were talking about? Who wanted him dead? Mr. Staucet. Not me. You see how I am? So you know it wasn't me. Your husband then. Not Billy. Billy doesn't care about Jono, about Becky, Nicky. Maybe he cares. Who cares what Billy cares? Maybe Billy. Not you. Once. I did A lot. Billy was a tiger then. Sleep beautiful. Hungry. Mean. Like a tiger. You seen Billy lately? Saw him at the gym earlier tonight. I mean, you've seen him fight lately? No. I wouldn't have to explain to you about Mickey and Jono. Billy was like them once. Maybe that's what I see in him. Huh? The old. Yeah. Ms. Dorset. I don't care. You'll forgive me. All I care is who killed Jonah. George Fullen. Billy Mew was sitting in a restaurant a few weeks ago. Jonah walked up to us. First time any of us ever laid eyes on him. After that, what Jonah and I talked about was about Jono and me. There wasn't room for anything else. So how would I know who killed him? Anything else? Not now. It is with regret I am letting you go. Goodbye. Danny. Danny. Danny. Make out like you're solving a crime. Like you're thinking, like you're stalking a footpad. Got it. Gino, you know. What are you doing? It's 12 o'. Clock. It's midnight. Oh, the best time, Danny. How do you like it, Danny? A pixie camera my elder saved up with so I can take pictures of my compatriots at work in flight. So far I got buggerman with a magnifying glass. Do me a favor, Gino. Dino, get up off the floor. I was only taking an angle shot. Okay? What favor? Put the camera away. Talk to me, huh? Certainly. Thank you. Certainly. What did you find out about Jack Jono? Oh, he was a good little fighter, Danny. We sent a wire to Ohio from whence he came. They wired back he was a good little fighter. Leastwise that's what I gather from the. From the record. Did a police record come with it? Indeed. And to witness a man of frakis involving one woman and husband who went with $50 fine which I consider quite normal for such goings on. What else? Your telephone. May I? Certainly. Danny Culver speaking. George Fuller. Danny. Oh, why? Oh. What's the trouble? What is it? Get down to my place. Danny. Get here. Bring somebody. Hurry. What happened? What happened? Mr. Fuller, you better get down here. Where? My place. You better get down here. Bus. Okay. Where? Fuller? In there. Right in there, Danny. Something. Huh? Something. What about? Do it. The bruised face, the hair tumbling against the tortured throat. The body suspended from a tarnished light fixture. The scarf of many colors that held it there, hanging clockwise around, then reversed itself around, head bowed down in some coy dance. Her name was Jenny Dorset. Foreign. You are listening to Broadway's My Beat, written by Martin Fine and David Friedkin and starring Larry Thor as detective Danny Clover. There's this about Broadway. It's got pride, Big pride. Proud the way it can ferret out secrets. The secret between a man and his wife, for instance, or a man and himself. Broadly paid for it, kid. That gives Broadway a right to get on the radio and on the street corners and scream. The secret to 8 million people. But one juicy secret I was denying Broadway just for a little while, just long enough to get police work done without Broadway's biographers drooling at my shoulder. The secret of a girl named Jenny Dorset. A girl hanging from a light fixture. The secret of the doctor examining her. The secret of the men photographing her. Bemused by the movement of her suspended body, wondering at what speed, at what lens opening best to catch the swing of death. They wave the doctor away and he comes over to you. Danny, a cigarette? I left mine back. Yeah, sure. Here, Dr. Sinski. Thank you. That makes a cartonilion. Remind me, how long, doctor like that? An hour. She's been dead an hour. Think she must have begged for death longer than that, huh? You must have seen it, Danny. The way she was beaten face, her throat. The body, too. Oh, that piece of cloth clenched in her hands. Hawaiian print from her husband's shirt. I've seen it before. She must have pleaded with him to kill her. To stop hitting her and to kill her. Oh, Danny. Danny, you and me, what are we doing in this? Yeah, it is kind of disgusting, isn't it, buster? Eh? Who are you? No offense, buster. I just mean it's disgusting the way Billy beat Jenny up and then hanged it. That's all. George Fuller. Docasinski. There's this place. He found Jenny like this. He told me. Called me up on the telephone to tell me he found her. Yeah, that's me. George Fuller, fight manager, promoter all round. Good guy. Don't go away, doc. Everybody says judge Fuller's a good guy. Oh, the doc don't care one thing, George. How come Jenny was here in your place? You think I killed her? You think I could do a thing like that for Jenny? That's not what I asked. You couldn't be wrong, Augusta. The doc said it was an hour ago, didn't he? An hour ago, an hour before that, and an hour before that. I was at Sal Boone's Gym. A lot of people saw me all the time. Especially Sal Askin. Buster Bagerman. Yeah, Danny. Sal Boone's Gym. Asking me if Fuller was that night. An hour ago. Two or three, just like he told me. Okay, then. The question asked you before, George. How come Jenny was here? I don't really know. I'm lying, Buster. I do know. Tell me, George. Patience. Patience. Hard to tell. I don't like to tell it about Jenny, especially now. She's like that. What about Jenny? A fighter. Mickey Crystal. You know him? A fighter. Mickey Crystal came to me ask me the use of my apartment. I gave him the use. That's why Jenny was here. Mickey had a date and this was the only way they could meet. Danny Fuller was at the gym, just like he said. Thanks, Margaret. You think Mickey. I think. What you think, buster? I think Billy Gossett, her husband. Because that piece of Hawaiian shirt you found in Jenny's hand, that's Billy's shirt. You know it, Buster. I think he found out about Jenny and Nikki Crystal and he. Yeah. Mark of an ungrown after. Don't go after Billy to his home, Danny. He ain't there? No, No. I called to tell him about. About Jenny here. He wasn't home. Try to Bel Air fleabag on West 27th. That's where Billy holds up when he's had a strain. Slide there, buster. Two bucks a day, mister. And that'll be right now. Because it's in advance, whatever you got on your mind. My name is Danny Clover. I'm Danny Clover, huh? Yeah. That's a twist. Police makes a difference, huh? I don't know. A policeman once slipped in looking for a man named Billy Dorset. Dorset, huh? Ain't had a dosset in here since. Let's see the register. Let's see it. You got it. You got it right here. A man registered at 1 o' clock this morning. Where do you see that? Right here. Chance to make out his name. Yeah. Couldn't be Dorset. Dorset starts with a D. This name don't stop with nothing in the Alphabet. Unless they change it. Since I've been to school. What room did you give? 14. Down there. Turn right. Thanks. Hey, don't turn left, mister. Turn right. I'll never know who opened that door, me or whoever was on the other side of it. There's a second when I thought it opened too easily to my pressure. The second one I stepped inside the room. Stepped inside a pain it lasted for all the time left in the world. Help me up yeah, sure. Take it easy now. Jenna, did you see? Oh no, you wouldn't. How long have I been here? Two hours ago. You look better. You need your bed, mister. That's what you need. Bed. A man was right. Bed was something I could use. But right now will take the time I needed. I went back to headquarters and sent out an all points bulletin on Billy Dorset. I worked, waited, I dozed. I waited some more. Dozed. The dawn from my office window woke me up. I pulled down the blinds, dozed. At 10:30, the headache caught up with me, was composed of several things. Among them the fact that Billy Dorset hadn't been picked up and the thought maybe Billy Dorset hadn't killed his wife. It's all so pat, so easy. Easy as the call I had to make. Danny. 11 o' clock in the morning. Who's alive at 11 except Chicklist and her mother. Mother. Boo. Danny Clover. Also. I want Mickey. Crystal. Is he here? Saul. Danny. What happened to your wholesome face? Your classic head? Who's been at him, dad? Mickey. Crystal. Here. That's all I want. Saul. Mickey. Now the big tears later. Well, he's in the dressing room. Danny. Number three boys rubbing him down. Mickey had a hard knife. Three that way. Uh huh. That ain't sporting what they did to your face. Whatever it is that stands there watching me, boy. Tell her to go away. Me. Mickey. Danny Clover. Turn over. Sit up. Go away. Do like I say, Mickey. Okay. Turn me over, boy. Now set me up. Yeah, keep working on Nick. Oh, good, good. Where were you last night, Nikki? You asked as a friend. As a policeman who's hungry for a murderer. What were you in that case, I'll tell you. Find out anyway. He's out of town. Where out of town? The Harrisburg, pa. I flew. You're lying. I'm on the spine now, boy. Oh, that's key to homeless place. Where were you? You think they hit me? Mr. Clover? Don't. Because I was in Harrisburg last night. When you find out that I tell the truth, you're gonna be sorry. You're at George Fuller's apartment with Jenny where Jenny was beaten and murdered. Who told you? Is that where you were? I was supposed to be. I asked to be after I got back from Harrisburg. I was looking forward to it. I never got out of Harrisburg. Not till dawn. Prove it, Mickey. You prove it with the Palomar Arena. Harrisburg, Pa. What happened to keep you there all night? An accident. Tell me about it. I hit a man too hard. If you don't believe Chick, you'll do that, huh? Check. So I did. I checked. I went back to the office and sent a wire to Harrisburg. Then I waited. There's time. I needed time for the clean sheet of white paper and the questions to be written down on it. And the doodles crumple it up, mist the waste paper basket with it. Another clean white piece of paper. Now it looks like Billy killed us wife. Motive, jealousy. But who killed Jack Jono? Motive? Maybe the same. Not Billy. He had an alibi. The connection between the two murders. The common denominator. What? Take your head out of your hands. Danny, it's me. How old Gina. Come with a message from Harrisburg. Okay, let's have it briefly. This Mickey Crystal did indeed frighten Harrisburg last night at the Palomar Arena. He won the fight so decisively his opponent did not get up after he was knocked down. Mickey was held till said opponent was out of danger. Towards morning they let Mickey go. Received the price of $500. And so forth. And so forth. Call me with a so forth, huh? Yep. Sincerely yours, the management, Paloma Arena, Harrisburg, Pennsylvania. Ask a foolish question. Your head still hurt, Danny? Yeah, a little. You figured this Billy Dorset did it to you. We got a pickup out on him, but no action. Billy Dawson, huh, Danny? Someone who knew how to use his fists, probably Billy. Well, forgive for intruding upon your brain, Danny, but how did Billy know his wife was in Mr. Fuller's apartment when she was? Who told him that? Who told Billy Doss that his wife was at Mr. Fuller's place? You're repeating myself. Only one man, Gino. Just one man. That beer is all gone. Out of the ice box now, Danny. Sorry, it can't offer you any. Don't bother, George. You look like a man with a problem, buster. I'll bet the problems you police. My problem for the day is over. I'm glad to hear it, Danny. Wish mine were. I'm one of your bigger ones, huh? I slipped. Did I do that? There wasn't anything you could help. I'm glad to hear it. I'd hate myself. It worked out. I slipped. You told me Mickey had a date with Jenny. You told her husband too. Her husband was a fine murder weapon, George. So that makes him a murderer. That's right. You too. Figure it for me. Yeah. Well, Billy boy. Just talking about you. Come in. Make it a party. Sit down. Yeah. We've been looking for you, Billy. Come in. George asked me first. He even said sit down. Anyhow, I'm tired and I want to sit down. Uh huh. George said sit down. And while you were saying, huh, George pointed a gun in your back, huh? A little insurance until we close our deal. You want to buy me, George? Name your price. But try to keep it low. Remember, buster, I'm not too loaded. You're going to give me Billy as the murderer. Him money too. Do it this way, Danny. He killed his wife. We all agree to that, don't we, Billy? We all agree. Yeah. Yeah, I killed her. You wanted me to, didn't you, George? But you killed John, didn't you, George? As long as they're making a deal, Danny. Yeah, I killed him. I needed to prove something to Jenny. Something to make me attractive to her, the kind of woman she was. And it didn't work out. Did she laugh at you, George, like she's been laughing at me? Oh, laughed at you. That's why you called Billy here and said she was meeting a man at your apartment, so he'd kill her. You know what, Billy? This policeman is the only man who knows we're both murderers. I've got the gun. You can do to him what you did to Jenny. It'll be easier. We can try. We can really try. Billy. Billy. Him. The policeman. Don't be crazy, Billy. Stop here. You crazy joy Brazy. I'll fix you. Fix you. You never had brains. You never had any. Drop the guns. Drop it. Yeah, he was crazy. Crazy. Why? Because of Jenny? A woman like that. He loves a woman like that. There's a time on Broadway when the crowd gives up, goes home, the lights buzz fit for die. Then it's a street of dim moonlight and dark whispers the wind of the night, the wind that scatters everything gently. Yesterday's headlines, yesterday's dreams, yesterday's people. It's Broadway, the giest, the most violent, the lonesomest mile in the world. Broadway, My beat. Broadway's My Beat stars Larry Thor's detective Danny Clover with Charles Calvert as Tartaglia. The program was produced and directed by Elliot Lewis, with musical score composed and conducted by Alexander Curry. Sam, this is the United States Armed Forces Radio and Television Service. Here at the Zebra. Research shows the average person would rather endure a root canal than search for auto and home insurance. Just try to relax. Or be trapped in a car for eight hours with toddlers on a sugar high or remove a nest of irate hornets. That's why the Zebra searches for you. Comparing over 100 insurance companies to find savings no one else can Compare. Today@thezebra.com we do the searching, you do the saving. I think I'll wait inside.
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Adam Graham
Welcome back. I think Herb Butterfield saves his best death screams for Broadway's My Beat. Also, this is the first time we've heard William Conrad on this series, and I think he was given a pretty fun role. I guess since we had so many boxing people around, it was inevitable that Danny would get knocked out. On the plus side, he kind of gets to stand back and let the killers take care of each other at the climax of the episode. All right, well, listener comments and feedback now. And we actually have some feedback that was left over on Spreaker regarding our recent run through the World's great novel's adaptation of the Moonstone. Emmet writes, that was thoroughly enjoyable. When it began, I was pretty uncertain it would hold my attention. Was I wrong? This was a terrific adaptation of a complex novel. I'd love to hear another one of these, maybe when Charlie Chan is over and that day can't come too soon. Well, I appreciate the comment, Emmett, and I'm glad you liked the Moonstone. As to Charlie Chan, we only have a few more weeks. I think three more weeks in the Landini murderer case, but we do have another much shorter serial and then some standalone episodes as well. As to World's Great Novels, I'd encourage everyone to check out our amazing World of Radio summer series@amazing.greatdetectives.net where we've just played through their three part adaptation of Kidnapped. As to other stories from world's great novels, I don't anticipate us being able to play anymore on Great Detectives because they really did not do many mysteries. I think the Moonstone's the only one I could find, even looking at a more extended log that has some episodes which are not publicly available. There are some that have an adventure element that I think would make them a great fit for someday doing on the great adventurers of Old Time Radio. And there are others I might consider doing. We do the spring series on the Amazing World of Radio. Some year I might decide, let's just go ahead and do a series from World's Great novels. In terms of serializations of a mystery novel, the Moonstone and the Landini murder case are somewhat unique in terms of what circulates from the golden age of radio, at least in American radio that I'm able to use. Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce did actually serialize all of the Sherlock Holmes novels early in their run on the radio program. Sadly, none of those survived, but I would so love it if those came into circulation and we could bring those to you who knows, maybe someday. Even though I think the odds of any of them being around are small. You can never say never, but it has definitely been fun to be able to play episodes of that series. It kind of feels like a golden age of radio version of Masterpiece Theater, really, but with some very well done adaptations, I think, both on the Moonstone and on Kidnapped. Well, now it's time to thank our Patreon supporter of the day and I want to go ahead and thank Jennifer, patreon Supporter since May 2016, currently supporting the podcast at the Detective Sergeant level of $7.14 or more per month. Thanks so much for your support, Jennifer. And 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 Dragnet, where used to go out and.
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Bowl once in a while. Marie, Andy and myself, we had to stop every time he'd miss a spare. You'd think it was the end of the world. Would he usually seem to take it out on his wife? Most of the time, yeah. Although I must say I caught it a few times myself. Abusive language. She really carried on over nothing at all. Did Robertson leave his wife home alone much of the time? No, not any more than usual. Seems like he always wanted to get just so they could argue. Everybody in that far from the house knows about him. So you said that Mrs. Robertson came up here after that one particular argument, is that right? Yes, it is right. Well, did she come up here often? No, not very often. Just when she was unusually upset and her nerves were on edge. But only then when Andy had rushed out mad. Well, do you know whether or not Robertson owns a gun? Yes, I believe he does. Matter of fact, I know he does. One night we were having trouble with crawlers and he came up here with his automatic. That's it. Later on, I think I asked him where he got the gun. He said, from the army. Is there anything else you can add, Mr. Gordon? I was the one who called the police. You knew that. That's what we understand. Didn't Andy tell you? He came up here right after the shot and asked me to call the police for him. They don't have a phone. Well, exactly how did he tell you? What do you mean? Well, what were his exact words? Can you remember them? Well, he said, my wife shot. Call the police and get an ambulance quick. What was your reaction to this? I'd heard the shot, so I wasn't too surprised. But when Andy came running up here, I knew before he said a word. You could tell. Just to look at him. You could tell what? Something was wrong. I had a hunch all along that this might happen someday. What's that? That Andy would kill his wife.
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Adam Graham
I hope you'll be with us then. In the meantime, send your comments to box Thirteenreatetectives.net Follow us 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.