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Broadway's My Beat: The Joan Fuller Murder Case (EP4798)
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Today's Mystery: A woman in expensive clothes is found murdered in the Central Park lake. Original Radio Broadcast Date: November 17, 1950 Originating from Hollywood Starring: Larry Thor as Lieutenant Danny Clover; Charles Calvert as Sergeant Gino...
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Welcome to the Great Detectives of Old Time Radio from Boise, Idaho. This is your host, Adam Graham. In a moment we're going to bring you this week's episode of Broadway's My Beat. But first I do want to encourage you. If you're enjoying the podcast, please follow us using your favorite podcast software. Our listener support and appreciation campaign continues and you can support the show on a one time basis by mailing a direct donation to Adam Graham, P.O. box 15913. That's P.O. box 159 13, Boise, ID 83715. And I want to thank Carolyn for supporting the program. That way 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 November 17, 1950, here is the Joan Fuller murder case.
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Broadway's My Beat From Times Square to Columbus Circle, the gaudiest, lonesomest mile in the world, Broadway's My Beat With Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover. At one o' clock in the morning, night begins to slip out of Broadway. Broadway stands bewildered, staring at its empty hands. Solitude whispers its invitation. The derelicts of night run from it, beat on a door, plead for a refuge from the offered emptiness. But no door opens to them at headquarters. You consider it through a grime stained window, turn away from it, find on your desk a slip of paper that hadn't been there before. Homicide it says. Central Park Lake and Broadway has finally opened a door. The password? The violent dead. There is the lake and the facade of the city embracing It. There's a shadow covering a dead girl with its coat. The puny effort to thaw the veil of frost on the girl's forehead. Then the shadow rises, shakes its head. It's Mugavan. I don't know, Danny. Sometimes it's. You know, Danny. I got a nephew, three years old. He comes here during the daytime to play, to feed the ducks. Yeah. Who is she? We don't know. They're dragging the lake now for any identification she might have had on her. So far, nothing. Drowned. Uh. Come here, I'll show you. See a knife wound where it is? It probably killed her instantly. Then they threw her in the lake. Who reported it? A guy and this girl. They were, you know, smooching. They looked up, saw the body floating in the water. They reported the precinct near the house. Anything? We questioned them. Why didn't they report it right away? They had an argument. About? They said. Didn't want to get into a mess, they said. Then the girl said she told her boyfriend we better report it. So they did. Who were they? Smooches. Nothing else, Danny. We're positive you made no comment, Danny. On what? The way this girl is dressed. The expensive evening gown, the expensive mink fur coat. I know it's real mink because my wife talks in her sleep about mink like that. So? So a lot, Danny. A girl as expensive, as beautiful as this one. Somebody will come asking for her. It's the least they could do, huh, Danny? There wasn't anything to say after that. From far away across the stillness, the brief wild sob of a boat whistled. And a sudden flurry of wind through naked branches. The quick small sounds in places where there's no sun. This was the autumn's night pastoral with death in it. I turned up my collar and walked away from it. The next morning it was back to headquarters. Received the report that so far nothing had been found on the bottom of the lake. To identify the dead girl. Go downstairs to the place where it's never daytime. The morgue. The three people waiting there. The quiet audience sensing the etiquette of stillness, the presence of the dead. All right. You the lady over there. Magaman? Uh huh. We want you to be sure, ma'. Am. I'm sure. Well, no, it's not my sister. That way out, ma'. Am. Now, the gentleman. My wife was blonde. Is this your wife? Take it easy. I haven't seen Aggie in three years. This girl is five six weight 124. Approximately 22 years of age. Aggie's gonna turn up Here. One of these days, I'll make book on it. She ain't done it yet. This ain't Aggie. Through that door over there, please. You're next, lady. Hey, you're Mrs. Hunter. Hey, Kylo. Yeah, what do you want? Oh, it's her. Get her out of here, will you? Yeah, come on. Mrs. Hunter. We know ever so often this happens with Mrs. Hunter. Danny really identified a daughter here about five years ago. Keeps coming back. I don't know. That's all of them, huh? Lovely young girl, dressed beautifully. Someone must want to know what's happened to her, where she is. Someone must know who she is. Okay, Mugavan, we'll try it another way. Another way was to check with the men in Technical. Maybe they had something. They had. The dress the girl had worn to dye in was an exclusive. Made exclusively for one woman in an exclusive shop just off Park Avenue. The coat too. The girl had good taste, they told me. And the money to indulge it and a beauty to grace it. Beyond that, all they had was a shrug. So I packed it, shrug and all, in a cardboard suitcase. And atop of it, the portrait of the girl taken in death. And closed the COVID snapped the lock. At Roderick's Incorporated, just off Park Avenue, a man tried to stop me from opening the suitcase. Maybe I should have been proud. It was Roderick Incorporated himself. My good fellow, the hours for salesmen are between 9 and 10 of a morning. They are. And on Tuesdays and Thursdays of a week. Now that you've been briefed, you may scurry off and take that. That thing with you. This could interest you, Roderick. Why? Because I'm a policeman? Don't turn pale, Roderick. You don't match the color scheme that way. Whatever would a policeman want with Roderick? This picture, Roderick. Look at it. Stunning girl, but so, so dead. You know her? No, no, no. Oh, but wait. That dress she's wearing. It's mine, that is. It's a Roderick original. A Roderick inspiration. Is it this dress? Oh, but of course. And the coat too. Who else could have molded those lines? You molded them for this girl? Oh, no, no. Never, never. Obviously, your dead girl is a thief. I created these things for Gladys Hampton, the advertising executive. Surely you've seen her in these things. In Harper's? Where else can I see her? She has a place on 5th. A tired mansion. Kiss her for me when you see her, will you? Tell her you do it for Roderick, eh? If you don't mind, Mr. Clover, let's get this over as quickly as possible, shall We? All you have to do is cooperate, Ms. Hampton. Cooperate? I've just come home from Vermont just this morning. I've got work to do. Cooperating with police is not on the agenda. Let me show you something. These clothes, this coat, this dress. Where'd you get them? Have you ever seen them before? I'll tell you why I have. I paid a lot of money for them. They're mine. What are you doing with them? Well, look at this. Go in. Take a look at this picture. That's Joan. What's this all about? Who is Joan? Joan is Joan. Joan Fuller, my maid. What's happened? Didn't you miss her when you came home today? No. She didn't know when I was coming back. What's happened to her? We found her in Central Park Lake, murdered. I'm not going to like the publicity about this. That's how sorry you are, huh? I don't allow myself those kind of luxuries. I'm too busy. Tell me about Joan. Well, she's worked for me for two years. She came from Muncie, Indiana. She was efficient, she lived here. I paid her well. I couldn't tell you more than that. How is it she was wearing your clothes? Before I left for the weekend? She said a young man she knew from Muncie was in town. She wanted to dress well for him. Would I lend her some clothes? I would and did. What young man from Muncie? How do I know what young man from Muncie? I suppose Muncie has its share of young men. Else eventually there'd be no Muncie. Did you get a look at him? He was coming in while I was going out. He was nice looking. I'd probably remember him if I saw him again. But I couldn't describe him. You see, I'm being of no help to you. Besides, I'm busy. Please close both doors to the vestibule as you go out, Mr. Clover. I did and walked out into the street holding the crumb she'd given me. The identity of the dead girl. A girl who had borrowed her employer's clothes to impress a young man from Muncie. A girl whose final embrace was holding close the bitter waters of a lake at headquarters. Headquarters. The routine that is a requiem for the violent dead. A telegram to Muncie asking for information on Joan Fuller. The order to Mugavan to riffle through hotel registers for a visitor from Muncie. A young man, good looking. The sifting, the questioning, the break for a cup of lukewarm coffee. And then Another call from Mugavin Hotel Adams, Danny. A Johnny Barrett, registered with his wife from Muncie. I looked at him, Danny. He looks likely. The tired room, complete with stained rugs, stained washstand. The young man at the dresser manicuring his fingernails. You're here to present me with the keys to the city. I'd like that because I'm fond of your city to ask you questions, Mr. Barrett. Now, what would a boy from the country know that would interest a big city man like you? He might have known a girl named Joan Fuller. He might have known a lot of girls. Not one named Joan, though. That's one he's missed. How big is Muncie, Mr. Barrett? Big enough that I could walk its streets, put nickels in slot machines, order a beer, go alone to movies, and never meet a girl named Joan. It teases me, though. I'd like to meet her. She's dead. She was murdered. That makes me sad. I cry when girls die. It's a thing with me. Let's go, Mr. Baron. I haven't finished my pinky. You want to show me the sights? I want to show you to a woman who says a young man came calling on Joan Fuller. A young man from Muncie. Hey, that could be a sight. Get your coat, Mr. Baron. Let's go. Can't wait. Oh, honey. Honey. Dog. Come on in. Enjoy looking at the shop windows, Jimmy. Who is a policeman, honey? He wants to go show me to a lady. This is my wife, Mr. Clover. Mrs. Barrett. It's hard to believe she's my wife, huh, Mr. Clover? Me being young and Honey Doll here being. But we love each other to pieces, don't we, honey doll? Hmm? Jimmy, I don't understand. What's the policeman doing with you? Don't worry, baby. I told you. He wants a lady to look at me so she can identify me as the murderer. Some pretty girl named Joan. She was pretty, huh, Mr. Clover? Jimmy go window shopping again, Honey doll? The policeman and I have got a D. Let's go, Timmy. Sure. Let's go. This house nice house. Ever been here before? No. Bet you wish I had, though. Nice chimes. Pretty nice. Funny. Vestibule doors open a bit. This Hampton like The door is closed. Oh, you wouldn't peek, would you? Yeah, I would. Stuck. It'll only open. Hey, look. What there was to look at was a vestibule floor. A tile mosaic in a simple block pattern. Clean, gleaming. Even the blood that spread across it had a new quality to it. Ms. Hampton's blood. Ms. Hampton lying there I knelt beside her. Ms. Hampton with a knife in her heart. Ms. Hampton dead. You were listening to Broadway's My Beat, written by Morton Fine and David Friedkin and starring Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover. Are you ready to sing it Again this Saturday night? You'll find a whole hour full of the day's popular music by Alan Dale, Bob Howard, Judy Lynn and the Riddlers. You'll hear the tuneful riddle songs that lead to Sing It Again's Phantom Voice treasure trove. $5,000 in cash and 10,000 more in wonderful prizes. Be listening to Sing It Again this Saturday night when it comes your way on most of these same CBS stations. The phantom's a puzzler, but some CBS listener will win at five grand in cash. When it's November and the winter is a coming in Broadway is a place of regret the dreams are dying and it's a long time before April will come again the orange juice stands put glass doors between themselves and the pavement. Serve hot coffee as a buffer against the wind and loneliness. Somebody leaves a newspaper on the stool beside you, not very neat, folded badly. There's a small bit of BlackBerry pie on the item that tells about a girl who floated face downward in the lake. You flip back a page and consider the minor headline concerning a woman named Gladys Hampton. How? And flip another one and see how they ran at Hialeah. You take your time. Outside it's pavements and outside it's cold. I didn't have it so good. I got my coffee out of a paper cup and Sergeant Detaglia had put too much cream in it. Or as he put it, too much cream, huh? And not enough sugar. I always get them mixed up. Danny, why is this? We all have our bad days, Gino. Well, only I seem to have them more frequent than most. But have you noticed? Let's get on with it. You got anything for me? Yeah. Danny? Yeah? In the matter of Jimmy Barrett, the young man from Muncie, it has been established by the coroner that he could not have killed Gladys Hampton since, at the moment of her demise, Jimmy was with you. What about an alibi for last night when Joan Fuller was killed? He claims that he was doing the town up with his wife and cannot tell us what time he was where. He cannot tell us what time he was wet any. How does he like our pokey, Gino? Not very much. He's screaming for his wife. Also, he wrote the little verse on the while to tell us how much he didn't like it. It starts off, tell me later, Gino. I'm going out. Where, Danny? To see a man's wife. Oh, it's you. Where's my husband? What have you done with him? He's downtown, Ms. Barrett. We're holding him on suspicion of murder. Well, don't stand there in the hall making a show of me before the world. Come in here. Come in. Sure, Ms. Barrett. I was just washing out some of my things in the basin. You live in a dirty city, Mr. Clover. The dirt eats into everything. What right of you to do a thing like that to Jimmy? What right? Because we think he murdered a girl named Joan Fuller. The girl I read about. Girl from Muncie. Jimmy never knew her. He never knew anything like her. Not like her. You know that much about your husband, Mrs. Barrett? I'm a middle aged woman, Mr. Clover. I know things about my husband that no girl ever knew. Why did you and Jimmy come to New York, Ms. Barrett? You won't say any of the things people say when I tell them. Jimmy and I are on our honeymoon, Mrs. Barrett. He loves me. You saw how much he loves me. The sweet names he calls me. I saw, Mrs. Barrett. Took me a long time to bring Jimmy around to me, Mr. Clover. To the things I wanted. I'm not going to lose him to you. You'll help us. Maybe we can give him back. This is a trick. You're trying to trick me. You want me to say something about him that'll make him dead. Something that can save him. What can I tell you that will do that? Did he ever leave you alone on your honeymoon? Go off somewhere alone? Never. Jimmy waits on me hand and foot. That's what first attracted me to him back home. How polite he was, how considerate. When he could have had any girl here. Mrs. Barrett. Has he left you alone here? I told you, no. He was alone when I found him. That was different. I went window shopping. I like to do that alone. I like to come back and tell him the things I saw. All the useless, expensive, frilly things that are no use to anyone just to look at. Sometimes. You've done that. Other times back home in Muncie. Not here. One more question, Ms. Byrne. Did you know Joan Fuller? No, I didn't know her. My husband didn't know her. I haven't told you anything that'll save him, have I? No. But I will. You'll see. I hired a lawyer. He's getting a writ. You'll bring Jimmy back to me. You'll see. Wait till I tell Jimmy how you treated me. Just you wait. I'll Wait. Don't take Jimmy back home with you, Mrs. Barrett. We'll want you both here. Danny. Come on in, Gino. Okay. Just a word to let you know that people questioned around the home of Gladys Hampton had never seen Jimmy Barrett. Also that Jimmy is released on a writ. Yeah, I was threatened with it. And to tell you that outside is a gentleman from Muncie, Indiana. Another one? Yeah. Danny. You know, this is the first week in my life I have met two people from Muncie, Indiana. One on top of the other. Show em in, Gino. This way. In to see Danny Clover. Mr. Fuller. Sit down, Mr. Fuller. Thank you. I'm Joan's father, Mr. Clover. I see. I'm very sorry. About what? Thank you. But of course you're not sorry if we mean the same thing by that word. You're a policeman on Homicide. And your job's got to do with dead people. People get used to death almost as easy as they do to cigarettes. The sorrow of Joan's death belongs to me, not to you. Forgive me. I made a speech. How did you know your daughter was dead? You notified the Muncie police? They notified me. I've come to take her home with me. If I can help find the person who killed her. We're trying, Mr. Fuller. I've never been vengeful. I've always felt sorry for people eaten by hate. Now it's happened to me, I can understand. Tell me, Mr. Fuller, do you know a man named Jimmy Barrett from Muncie? Of course. Joe knew him, too. Pardon me a second. Roger. Danny, there's a man tailing Jimmy Barrett, isn't there? Yeah. Danny, get in touch with him. Find out where Jimmy is. Roger, Over. We were talking about Jimmy Barrett, Mr. Fuller. Tell me about him. Well, Jimmy married a woman somewhat older than he. Rather wealthy woman. Why do you ask? He's honeymooning in New York. How well did your daughter know him? Valentine's letters on flowered stationery, holding hands and dances? That much? No, more than that. You see? What did Joan tell you she was doing in New York? Working in advertising. She said. Everyone back in Muncie thought that. I didn't know she was a maid. I know how you feel. Forgive me again. You can't possibly know. Did you have a daughter? Did you tell her stories? Did she cry against your cheek? Did you watch her grow up? Was she found in a lake? Was she murdered? Mr. Fallen? We don't know each other, Mr. Clover. We're not friends. Your sympathy doesn't mean anything to me. Just find My daughter's killer. Danny. What is it? Titania. The man we had tailing Jimmy Ballard, just phoned in. Jimmy just bought himself a new car five minutes ago. Brand new Hudson. Where? Hobins, on 105th Street. Thanks, Gino. You're primed to buy a new car, mister. You're just tantalizing yourself with this new model. I want to. Sure you want to. Everybody wants to. There's no feeling like the feeling of running your hand over the new all leather upholstery. Save it. I'm from the police. That makes you different. That gives your desires different from other people's desires. A man named James Barrett was just in. Oh, I'll never forget him. He bought a new car off of me not a half hour ago. Paid me cash. Drove away on a dream. Cash? $2,500. He just took $2,500 out of his pocket and gave it to you? Well, not exactly. Let me give you a vivid description of it. I found it very thrilling. You thrilled me, too. He looked at the car, asked me how much it was as I stood there, and I told him. Then he runs across the street to the bank, runs back with $2,500 clutched in his wet fist. So you see why he wasn't exactly pulled it out of his pocket. He was clutching it in his wet fist. Bank across the street, huh? Yeah. Hey, what's the matter? He got it from the bank. It can't be counterfeit, can it? Don't give me heart failure like that. Hit me in the face with it. It's not counterfeit. Don't you find it rather interesting, Mr. Clover, that I, Stephen Chase, am working for the Corn Exchange Bank? We Chasers have a bank of our own, you know. I know. And you're the chaser gave Barrett $2,500? Precisely that. Chase. Does Barrett have an account here? As of this morning, A rather plump one. He opened an account this morning and withdrew that much money this afternoon. I see. You don't understand banks. Oh, explain them. Mrs. Barrett had a letter of credit from a bank in Muncie, Indiana, which she chose to deposit here with us at Corn. Go on, please. Therefore, this account was in Mrs. Barrett's name. However, this morning Mr. Barrett appeared. Mr. Barrett the bearer of a letter from his wife to the effect that her account should now be a joint account. Was that all? Please. I called Mrs. Barrett to find out whether the letter was valid. Mrs. Barrett told me to give her husband as much money as he wot. All this happened this morning? Precisely this morning precisely, Mr. Chase. Oh, hiya, Danny. Just going out. Want to go out with us? No, I'm coming in. Well, Ms. Barrett, see you got all your things packed. Going back to Muncie. Oh, no, no. You said we couldn't go back to Muncie until this thing was all cleared up. We're going to find a nicer place to live. Yeah, me and the honey doll are gonna branch out. Nothing but a ball. From now on. We're really gonna live, aren't we, honey doll? Whatever you want, Jimmy. Tell me what you want, Jimmy. What I want? Get out of this crummy hole. New clothes for honey doll. And for me? Drapes. Double breasted. I understand you got a new car. It's got New York talking, huh? We're talking about it down at headquarters, Jimmy. The man said he chose the penthouse at 9 o'. Clock. It's almost that now. You heard what Honeydahl said, Danny. I guess I'm henpecked, that's all. Tell me when all this happened, Jimmy. The last time I saw you, you were happy right here. How much are you allowed to meddle in our lives? What concern is it of yours where we live? Oh, honey doll. Don't talk like that to Danny. He wants to come up for a drink sometime. He wants to know our address. Get him out of here. You didn't answer my question, Jimmy. When did you make up your mind about all this? New car? Penthouse. I'll tell you. Honeydoll and me had a small talk. We decided we were tired of living like folks. Like other people. Honeydahl wants to support me in the manner I'm itching for. And she can afford it. Come here, honey doll. Jimmy. Jimmy. Get him out of here. Baby, this is Jimmy. Jimmy with his arms around Jim. Okay, okay. You're supposed to give me anything I want, remember? You're a little blackmail, Jimmy, huh? I had a talk with Joan's father. He said you used to hold hands with his daughter. If you did that, you lied to me. You did. Now, John. You did lie to me, Danny. So I lied to you. I was nervous. It's getting late, Jimmy. You lied to Ms. Barrett. Did you know Joan back in Monsoon? No. But you knew Jimmy knew her. You knew Jimmy was seeing her while you were here. While you were on your honeymoon, Ms. Barrett. Oh, why not, Danny? I likes to look up old friends. Especially an old friend who's made good in the big city. I got news for you. Joan was a housemaid. Those clothes she was wearing belonged to her employer. I knew that. And I understand why. She did it to impress me. To make me hate myself because I married another woman. Jimmy, you realize what your lying can cost you? Sure, Danny. Now I'm your number one murder suspect. That's right, Danny. Uh huh. What's the penalty for murder in this state? Premeditated. Premeditated life. Chair depends on the jury. And how about for obstructing justice? Depends. One to ten, maybe. But for murder, it can be the chair, huh? That's right. Did you hear that, honey doll? You're gonna get the chair. Jimmy. You killed so you could keep your husband, didn't you, Mrs. Barrett? Jimmy, I'm begging you. Get him out of here. You're afraid Jimmy would get blamed for it because Ms. Hampton, her employer, could recognize him. You had to kill Ms. Hampton too, didn't you, Jimmy? That's what you held over your wife, Jimmy. You knew all this. She had to give you everything you wanted. Thought you'd get as soon as you were married, but didn't. One to ten, huh? That's the way it was, Danny. No. You felt I killed my. You killed my youth. Even you fell. Don't take it so hard, honey doll. You've lived almost most of your life. They had a week of it with me. Let's go, both of you. Honey doll, I promise you this. When I get out, I'll spend your money. I'll be happy, just the way you wanted. Broadway looks good now. It's wearing the funny mask with a funny nose. The big smile painted in scarlet, the scarlet you've known in other places and other times. Don't rip off the mask, kid, because you couldn't stand what you'd see. It's Broadway, the giest, the most violent, the lonesomest mile in the world. Broadway, My beat. Broadway's my Beat stars Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover, with Charles Calvert as Tartaglia. The program is produced and directed by Elliot Lewis, with musical score composed and conducted by Alexander Courage. Included in tonight's cast were Irene Tedro, Dick Krena, Bob Bruce, Peggy Weber, Stan Waxman and Jack Crucian. This Saturday evening on cbs, Hopalong Cassidy comes riding to the rescue of an old friend who's suspected of a serious crime. It's a long, tough job. Hoppy takes on literally risking his own neck with one of the greatest surprise endings you've ever heard. Hoppy comes through. Be listening this Saturday and every Saturday evening when the one and only Hopalong Cassidy, starring William Boyd is heard on most of these same CBS stations. Dan Cubberly speaking. This is cbs, where yours truly, Johnny Dollar brings adventures Saturday nights on the Columbia Broadcasting System. This is the story of the One As a maintenance supervisor at a manufacturing facility, he knows keeping the line up and running is a top priority. That's why he chooses Granger, because when a drive belt gets damaged, Granger makes it easy to find the exact same specs for the replacement product he needs, and next day delivery helps ensure he'll have everything in place and running like clockwork. Call 1-800-granger. Click granger.com or just stop by Granger for the ones who get it done.
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Welcome back. The Plane of September Song at the start of the episode was a clue and it was repeated at the end. To anyone up on the music of the era, you recognize it because it was one of the popular standards of the day. Its origin was in the Broadway play Knickerbocker Holiday, and it was written for the limited range of actor Walter Houston, who played the Dutch governor who sang of his desire for love after wasting far too much of his life. And in this case he was hoping to marry a much younger woman. So this immediately made me suspect that this story would involve a relationship with an age mismatch, though it turned out to be the opposite of the play. I will add there have been a lot of versions of September Song that have been performed and it's got a very beautiful, wistful feel to it. My favorite version was sung by Jimmy Durante. By no means was he a great singer, but he still had the heart to make the song come alive and have meaning for the listener. And one fun piece of trivia in that play, Knickerbocker Holiday, the hero was actually played by none other than Richard Comer, who old time radio fans better know as Boston Blackie. I thought the scene with the father confronting Danny was very well done. Danny didn't do anything wrong by saying he was sorry for the father's loss, and I think it's a fair social custom to say that, but there are times when it can come across as robotic and not be particularly meaningful to people who are grieving. And I don't know why Danny would go ahead after that whole speech and pull out. I understand how you feel because that's one that you really should never ever use with someone who's grieving. Now we turn to listener comments and feedback and Mechanic66 writes in on Spotify regarding the Laura Burton murder case. A lawyer who advises his client to talk to police is committing malpractice and then we have a comment from Norse jeweler Johnny Doller or Donny Jawler. Adam Graham is transported into the radio world. You become the assistant to one of the detectives. What detective would you serve? Remember, when they get shot at, you get shot at. Where they go, you go. So you become Ben Romero or Dave from Chameleon or Dan from Mystery of my hobby. Of all the radio world, what assistant are you? Well, one that doesn't get shot at a whole lot. The idea that I would like, be quantum leaping, I guess, into an existing character makes it a bit challenging. Like, I would love to be the paralegal to Jonathan Cague of A Life in your hands. Yeah, I took paralegal training, got a certificate and never was able to find a job in the field. But he didn't actually have a legal assistant or paralegal, so that wouldn't work. And then there are just some people you couldn't imagine living your life as. Like, if I could imagine myself as a cub reporter working with Ann Rogers on Hot Copy, I think that would be interesting. Again, going back to background, since I worked as a reporter for a short while, but I couldn't imagine myself becoming Sprottley Pool for obvious reasons. So if I had to pick, had to pick, I think I would choose Jud Barnes, who helped Martha Ellis Bryant solve mysteries. He was a reporter, wasn't an idiot, and they didn't get shot at too often. So I think that's kind of a winning combination for insertion into a story. And then we have a comment on YouTube from a listener in the UK regarding the Harold Clark case. Listen August 30, 2025 at 10:10 Listen and enjoyed. Great story. Thank you. Well, thank you so much. Appreciate you listening. And now it is time to thank our Patreon supporter of the day. And I want to thank Christine, patreon supporter since November 2023, currently supporting the podcast at the Psalmist level of $4 or more per month. Thanks so much for your support, Christine. And that will do it for today. If you're enjoying the podcast, please follow us using your favorite podcast software. If you're enjoying the podcast on YouTube, be sure to like the video, subscribe to the channel and mark the notification bell. We will be back next Wednesday with another episode of Broadway's My Bait. But join us back here tomorrow for Dragnet. Where?
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Right there on the floor, Officer. It's where I found her when I woke up. Right there by the bed. Mm. Where have they taken her? Downtown, Mr. Turner, to the county Morgue. Oh, they'll let me see her, won't they? Yes, sir, they will. Do you feel up to answering a few questions for us now? All right. I'll tell you everything I know about it. I don't see how it's gonna help anything. We'll try to make it as brief as possible, sir. Now, your wife's full name is Gertrude Agnes Turner, is that right? Yes, that's right. Her age? Let's see. Gertrude's 63. That's it. I'm four years older than her. That's how I always tell. Was your wife in good health, Mr. Turner, under a doctor's care or anything like that? No, nothing wrong with her I knew of. Heart trouble, anything like that? No, sir. She used to have headaches every now and then. Dr. Friend of ours back home used to send pills for her to take. That's about all. How was your wife feeling last night? Was she all right then? Just fine. When I woke up, I put my arm over on her pillow. She wasn't there. Then I got up and saw her laying on the floor right by the bed. Gertrude. She was ice cold.
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