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Broadway's My Beat: The Joe Quito Murder Case (EP4607)
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Today's Mystery: An ex-con who just got out of prison is murdered right after speaking to Danny. Original Radio Broadcast Date: March 3, 1950 Originated in Hollywood Stars: Larry Thor as Lieutenant Danny Clover, Charles Calvert as Sergeant Gino...
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You can support the show on a one time basis by mailing a donation to Adam Graham, P.O. box 15913. That's P.O. box 15913, Boise, ID 83715. I want to thank Kenneth and Carolyn for supporting the show. That way you can also become one of our ongoing Patreon supporters for as little as $2 per month at patreon.greatdetectives.net and I want to welcome our latest Patreon supporters, Lawrence at the Detective sergeant level of $7.14 or more per month and GRC 0520 at the Seamus level of $4 or more per month. Again, thank you so much for Your support. Now, from March 3, 1950, here is the Jointo murder case. Broadway's my beat. From Times Square to Columbus Circle. The gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesomest mile in the world. Broadway's my beat. With Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover. Broadway. It's the marketplace for the vendors of laughter and agony, of terror and decay. Their shadows stand by the shadows of gilded push carts piled high with the remnants of dreams, the remnants of desires. They'll bargain with you, these vendors. The dreams were dreamed on the edge of night. And the desires special, very special. And you buy because there's nothing else to buy. It's Broadway, my beat. At 1:00 in the morning, the tunnel that leads you from Grand Central to the Times Square shuttle is deserted and bleak and almost clean. You notice these things because the tiled walls, dirtied with a film of yellow light, stretch out in front of you and somewhere ahead of you seem to close in on themselves. Suddenly the sickness is inside you. The feeling that there's no exit, no exit anywhere. You hurry against it and you see the back of a man that looks familiar. And you call out to him, even if the man is Joe Kito. Joe. Joe Keto. Thought it was you, Joe. Back with us, huh? Yeah, I'm back. But not with you policemen. I'm back alone, by myself, free and easy. You gonna keep it that way, Joe? If you keep out of my way, policeman, I'd be good boy. If you spread your lousy wings over me like a mother hen, I don't know what I'd do. Something ugly, maybe. The loose mouth, Joe. Watch it. For 12 years. I've been watching it for 12, 30 rotten years. Now I'm free and easy like you, policeman. My mouth talks how it likes. You weren't happy in Sing Sing, huh, Joe? You should have been. I hear they treated you real polite, like maybe you were worth treating that way. You know what it's taking for life? You just got out, Joe. Don't make it too hard on yourself. Hard? Don't make me laugh. On my belly, policeman. It's not gonna be hard for Joe no more. No more hard for Joe Kito. Oh, you got plans, Joe. Big, smooth plans. Like silk. That's how it's going to be. Silk. So deep I could swim in it. Maybe even drown. Good way to die, huh, policeman? Yeah. Yeah, it's good when you can pick your own way, Joe. Kiddo don't have to pick. It's all there waiting for him. Silk. Does it make you jealous, policeman? Poor Little policeman. You know something, Joe? I don't care one way or the other. I don't care, honest. That's good, because you're not built for it. Some people, they build that way, like me. Others, the others like you. Which way you go, policeman? You really care, Tom? Sure. Sure, I care. Because whichever way you go, I go the other way. Till tomorrow, policeman. But don't look around for me. Tomorrow might not come. I excel. Kajo. What? Police. Police. Help someone out. What's the matter, lady? They're over there on that corner in the dark. Two men. One sold a diamond. He scared them over and over and ran away. Joe. Joe. Sir. Just waiting for me. For Joe. Ken. It folded in on Jokito. It broke step and veered into his direction and considered Jokito and his dying in a subway tunnel. The police came and observed him, photographed him, cataloged him. A man in a homburg stared. A man in disintegrating clothing hurried by without pausing. A woman stood on the fringes of the little crowd and bit a knuckle. Finally, two interns carried him away with a stretcher and intern type jokes. I went home. The next morning I called headquarters, got the late Joe Kito's address. Amsterdam Avenue in Harlem. The morning sun never quite makes it in Harlem. The shadows are glued there, and that makes it tough. And if you stand on its corner, stand there and tune yourself to it, you might feel it. The start of a new day in Harlem is the start of a panic. I had the key to Joe's room. From his effects. I inserted it, turned it, opened the door. Joe? Is that you, Joe? I'm making coffee, honey. What's the matter, honey? You tired? Sir? Who are you? I'm sorry. I thought Joe lived here alone. He lives here alone. Who are you? I'm a policeman. That's been tried on me before. Show me. All right. Here. My name's Danny Clover. So? My name's Holly Parker. So we both met someone new. You're a sloth, huh? Plainclothes detective. You like making a living that way? You're a bitter, bitter girl, Holly. I react to people by laughing at them. I got taught that. Did you laugh at Joe? What do you mean, did I? What's the matter with Joe? What are you doing here, Holly? We've got an arrangement. I make coffee for Joe. It's been going on for two days. I come down from my room upstairs, I'm making coffee. Thanks for not smiling. It's the truth. It's over. Joe did that again. He Said he wouldn't. Last night when he went out, he told me he wouldn't have to do anything, nothing good or bad, for a long time. Where'd he go? Oh, so you're looking for Joe. You don't know where he is and you want me to help you find him. It's not. Write down in your book. Holly Parker. Then write down. She doesn't know we know. Joel's dead. He was murdered. Holly, you better sit down. No, I'm all right. Go ahead, Holly. Go ahead. Not Holly. Once, when I was 12, a thing happened to me and I ran out of tears. Who killed him? He had a burden. But I don't know who killed him. Tell me about it. In that chair by the window, in that newspaper on the floor. He sat there and stared at that newspaper. Oh, this one. The Times. It's pretty old. January 27, 1938. What's in it that makes it a burden? You tell me. Joe wouldn't. Joe was in trouble once. You know that. I know. He told me. He told me about a 12 sentence he got and about a lawyer who said he'd only get one year. The lawyer said that, huh? What? Liar. Joe said his name once and broke a beer bottle against the table. Joe said ralph Ferguson. I've heard the name. Maybe Joe wanted to kill this Ralph Ferguson. I don't know. Maybe he did. Do you think things could have gotten themselves reversed? Things could have. I told Holly Parker to drink her coffee, then go back upstairs and stay there. Then I phoned the law offices of Ralph Ferguson. He was not in. The happy young voice told me he was taking his three hour break at at the East River Athletic Club. I went there. I went there and a man in biceps and white linen shorts led me through a door and along the tiled apron of a swimming pool. Shuttle me through another door and through the gallery overlooking the handball courts. Then whisked me through the area where the members felt they should do their rowing indoors through another door and pointed out Ralph Ferguson. Ralph Ferguson. A rosy, fat man on a table getting some of the fat pounded off him. Take it easy, Mickey. Take it easy, will you? Ralph Ferguson. Your name Ralph Ferguson? Later, pal, later. This is the part Mr. Ferguson likes best. Look. Now, look. You can't have Mickey till I'm done with him. Go ahead, Mickey. Yes, sure, Mr. Ferguson. I'm from the police. Mr. Ferguson. Danny Clover. Come on. Take your head out from under that towel and peek. See Danny Clover? Sure, go ahead, Mickey. Only not too much noise. I've got my Business outstanding. Sure, I know. I just dropped by to tell you a thing. Joe Keto's been murdered. I read it. Tough. You kill him. Turn over, Mr. Ferguson. You kill him. Ferguson. Oh, you're kidding, Danny. No, I'm not. You were his lawyer. You promised him a one year rap. He got 12. You and Joe fight? Let me tell you about it, Danny. Uh huh. Joe and a guy named Grant Murray and a guy named Lee Baker. Three of them. Three of them. They heisted a car 12 years ago. They pleaded noly contemporary. The judge was in a bad humor, gave him 12 years. That was January 27, 1938, wasn't it? You got a good memory. Not so good. I read it in the newspaper. The late edition of the Times for that date. I found it in Joe's room. Mr. Ferguson likes this too. Yeah, he isn't going to like this. Look, Ferguson, sit up. Sit up and talk to me. It's better. What about Jokito? What about those three boys? Dregs, that's what about them gutter dregs. They didn't have the guts to look over the top of the curbstone little gutter people. I lost their case and society put them away for 12 years. Society owes me a thank you. What else? Nothing else. Go take a cold shower, Danny. It'll cool you off. Put the towel and soap on my tab. I thanked lawyer Ferguson. Exercised great self restraint in not helping. Mickey slapped some more fat off his fat mouth and got out. A call to headquarters gave me Grant Murray's address. It was in a place I was getting to know in Harlem. In a rotting, pockmarked, cold water tenement in Harlem. Up a flight of stairs where rats had gnawed at the decaying wood in Harlem. And to a door, its paint peeling and scarred, as if fingers had clawed at it to get in or out. Come on in. There ain't no lock on that door. Light the candle, mister. Then we can see each other. There's some matches over there on the table. Oh, that's better. Oh, that's lots better. Been trying to do that myself for two hours maybe, but I couldn't make it. Ain't it funny? Man wants a little light in his room and ain't got the strength to pick up a little old match. What's the matter with you, Grant? You know my name. That must make you the rent collector. Well, I got news for you, rent collector. I ain't got it. And you ain't never gonna get it. Not from me. Now what you gonna do? Rent collector. Throw me out, Grant. Stay away from me, rent collector. Just stay away, that's all. Grant, I'm Danny Clover of the police. What's the matter with you? Are you sick? Sick? Yeah, I'm sick, mister, but it's the last sickness I'm ever gonna have. I've been trying to get to that door to call you Mr. Police, but I just haven't got the strength. What are you talking about? I'm talking about how a man came in here and took care of me good. So I could never open my mouth again. He stuck a knife in me. That's what that man did. Right here. See it? Mr. Police. Grant. Grant. I'm awful glad you came. Mr. Police. Mister. His body twisted off the iron cloth and he sat. Then he shuddered and lay still. And the thing that fell from his hands and covered his wound like a shroud was a blood stained newspaper. I picked it up, it said the New York Times. The headline said, Japanese stalled by Chinese troops. The date line said January 27, 1930. Foreign. You are listening to Broadway's My Beat, written by Morton Fine and David Friedkin and starring Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover. That redheaded circus, Arthur Godfrey is now on hand to entertain you Saturday nights on cbs. Godfrey puts together the cream of the jest from his daytime shows on cbs, mixes in the best songs of Bill Lawrence, Jeanette Davis and the Mariners and turns out a top half hour of Saturday night fun. Listen to the Arthur Godfrey Digest this Saturday night on most of these same CBS stations. Broadway is a street dedicated to the proposition that dead men have stories to tell. A person becomes suddenly famous when he becomes suddenly dead. Broadway grins, makes clucking noises and wants to know all about this suddenly famous person right now. It had a double feature to Get Gay about a man named Joe Keto murdered. A man named Grant Murray murdered at headquarters. Sergeant Gino Tartaglia thought about it, gave it expert consideration and thereby coined a phrase. They're dropping like flies, Danny. It impresses you that way, huh? Yeah. And you know you would have nothing to worry about if you was just. Frisbee? No, Frisbee Novotny, Danny. The guy whom I've been trying to tell you about. You know, the hero of my favorite detective stories, the one who solves crimes and mayhem with a slide rule and formulas. He does that. How? Well, this Frisbee Nobotny does like this. He makes X, the corpse, Y, the room the murder took place in. Z, the time of the murder, A the. The. Here, here, Danny. Here's Some paper. My pen. The gift of the ever grateful Mrs. Tartaglia. What's she got to be grateful about? Oh, Danny, I'm sorry, Tartaglia. It's these newspapers here on my desk that got me confused. These 1938 newspapers. Oh, 1938, huh? Hey, ain't that the year Little Orphan annie celebrated her 40th birthday? Yeah, that confuses me too, Tertaglia. I've got a feeling the reason why those two boys were murdered is right here in these papers. Ah, that's my Danny. Huh? Nothing. Danny, I've read these papers from headline to shipping news, and the only thing I can see that's interesting is this item right here on the bottom of page. Huh? Police today arrested three men in connection with car theft. The men gave their names as Joe Keto, Grant Murray and Lee Baker. They are being held without bail pending hearing. That's all it says, Tortaglia. Well, this is information that the police department is already fully aware of. Uh huh. The thing that bothers me is why the two boys kept these newspapers for their scrapbook. Maybe something else, Tertaglia, something else. Something that's in these papers. Something that's staring me in the eye and begging to be understood. You got what I asked you for? Oh, sure, Danny, Certainly. Straight from the parole officer. The third boy, Lee Baker, is employed at the moment as a garage mechanic. Ain't it wonderful the trades they teach up in Sing Sing. Where's he employed? At the garage and back of the mobile gas station on 125th Street. Maybe Lee Baker's got a newspaper, too. Get me a squad car to tagl. Hey, you. Under the car. I want to talk to you. Ask the man out front, Mac. He'll give you the key and point out the door. I'm from the police, Mac. That makes you different. Yeah? I want to ask you some questions. You. Well, that makes you different. Well, what's bothering you, Mac? They told me out front Lee Baker wasn't around. Oh, Lee Baker, huh? They told me maybe you'd know why he wasn't around. What do those guys out front know? All they know is. Shall I fill it up, Mac? Hold still while I wipe your windshield. Mac. Relax while I blow up your tires. What do those guys know? Lee Baker? Why isn't he around? I've been telling you, Mac, I ain't got the slightest foggiest notion why he ain't around. He did something. He didn't come in today. Who says he didn't come in? Since he's been working for Me? He comes in every morning like veritable clockwork. Okay, I give up. You tell it to me in your own way. I knew you'd come around with, Mac. Well, like I say, Lee, for the three days he's been working for me, comes in like Clyde work. He works for me like I was the boss's daughter or something. Like a slave. You know what I mean? And today was different. Mac, you told me I could tell it my own way. Yeah, sorry. Forget it, Mac. Now, let me see, where was I? He worked for you like a slave. Yeah. Yeah, that's right, like a slave. But a happy slave. You know, cheery and beary. But today was different. I said that? You did, Mac. Look, like I started to say today was different. How? The right question, Mac. Today was different because Lee comes in, sits down with the morning newspaper, turns pale, but a green kind of pale, you know what I mean? He gets up and he walks out of the garage. Maybe he's coming back. I don't think so, Mac. He had that look. I seen it on my helpers before. When they get that look, they never come back. Yeah. Thanks for everything, mechanic. Hey, wait a minute, Mac. Lee left his toolkit. If Lee now belongs to the police, the tool kit now belongs likewise. No? Yeah. Where is it? Over here. Well, open it, Mac. That's your department. Thanks. Hey, such a beautiful picture of such a beautiful girl. Who's got pasted in the lid? What a differential, huh, Mac? You got any idea what you're looking for, Mac? No. Hey, what are you doing tearing that picture off? What do you know? There's something underneath. Yeah, that's something I didn't think of to look underneath the picture. Oh, that sly guy. There it is again. The front page of the Times. January 27, 1938. Yeah, yeah. Look what's circled with a blue circle. The U.S. treasury balance. Such a big number. A big number. A number that meant billions of dollars and meant. That's what the United States treasury balance was as of January 27, 1938. That meant something special to an ex convict, now garage mechanic, now missing. The big number was beginning to make big sense. I phoned in headquarters, had them send out an all points bulletin to pick up Lee Baker. They gave me a message for my trouble. A lady had called, a young lady named Holly Parker. Would I come up to Harlem and see her right away? I would, right away. Come in. Come in, Mr. Clover. Thanks, Holly. That chair over there is comfortable, Mr. Clover, but don't lean back in it, all right? You're going someplace, Holly? That suitcase on the bed. You were packing, unpacking. Something changed your mind? I was going back to Michigan. Then I got to thinking. Why Michigan? Why any place you tell me. I read about Grant Murray's being murdered. And Jokito. Grant and Joe were friends. I was a friend. Police. Something to run away from. I'm good at it. We'd find you, Holly. If we needed you, it wouldn't be too much trouble. We'd bring you back. I told myself that. That's why I unpacked. You're trying to tell me something, something you didn't tell me before. That's right. Maybe it means something. Maybe it means nothing at all. What is it? This? A piece of paper Joe gave me the other night before he went off. He said keep it for him. He said, don't let it get away from you. Yeah. Take it. It got away from me anyhow. Thanks. There's nothing on it except a number, Mr. Clover. A number. Six. Four. Six. And the date. January 27, 1938. It all fits now, Holly, Why didn't you give it to me before? The kind of the way I was educated. You're a policeman. My school motto was don't trust policemen. You might have saved a man's life if you did. You're clear now, Holly. You can do what you want. Even go back to Michigan now if you want to. Why, Mr. Clover? Why should I go anywhere? Stop champing at the bit, Danny. Patrolman Florio will have those records in here in a minute. I'm out. I'm not champing, Coslow. I'm trying to breathe. Why do you guys in the record department live in here? Well, the grapevines in the city hall says we're getting an air conditioning unit right after the next election. Thanks, Froyo. Well, here are the records, Danny. Mind if I read over your shoulder? I couldn't live without it. Benny Fane kept interest in Thai books, huh? Mm, the numbers king. These books he kept are due credit at the Chase National Bank. I understand Benny's now head librarian in charge of overdue fines at Sing Sing. Danny, ain't it wonderful the trades they teach you up in Sing Sing, huh? Yeah, Wonderful. Okay, Coslow, this is what I'm looking for. The number that hit on January 27, 1938, was 646, taken from the last three numbers of the treasury report of that day. One ticket held on that number, worth $100,000, bought by three men. Joe Keto, Grant Murray and Lee Baker. According to the Books. The payoff was made next day. Like you said, Koslo, these books are due credit to the chick. They got Lee Baker, Danny. Good. Where? Just spotted him going into the Muncie Building. Squad car just phoned in. Phone him back to Tagley. If Baker leaves the building, tell him to pick him up. I suppose Baker stays inside. Then he'll be where I want him. Exactly where I want him. It made sense that Lee Baker was picked up going into the Muny building. It made sense that there was only one man there for him to see. It made sense that lawyer Ferguson's office was on the 46th floor. The shots that screamed down the long marble corridor made the most sense of all. Lawyer Ferguson stood silhouetted at his 46th floor window, considering the jeweled backdrop of the city and approving of it and of himself against it to the gun in his hand and the body that lay on the floor. In the final grotesque attitude of final agony, he paid no attention at all. I don't think you'll find it necessary to examine him, Danny. He's quite, quite dead. I made sure that. Yeah, Dear. Lee Baker. Lee Baker. A filthy gutter thing that tried to rise up and strike me down. Self defense, huh? Could it be anything else? The gun in his hand. Yeah. Lawyer at court. It could be murder. Looking for a promotion, Danny? How many murders do you need to get promoted? I always wondered that about detectives. Murder. Like you murdered Joe Keto and Grant Murray. And for the same reason. I'm a lawyer, Danny. A good one. Very high in the profession. A policeman's drivel doesn't impress me. No? You sure? Lawyer. On second thought, maybe it would impress me, Danny. Three murders for the same reason. The boys on our side call it motive. I promise to do better. Motive, lawyer. Which is $100,000. Oh, dear, dear. And that's a lot of motive, isn't it? Enough to kill three men even. Enough to kill you. What was it you said about society? Oh, yeah. Society will thank me. Just like you said. They thanked you. Don't count on it, boy. You need facts, evidence, silly little hard things like that. It's all there. Lawyer, Neat. Bookkeeping records kept by a numbers bookkeeper, one Benny Fain. We're neat, too. We have them on file books. They're very good. Very acceptable evidence. I thought you'd like it. These books say you got the hundred thousand payoff that belonged to Keto and Murray. And Baker here, they picked a number and you won. How did I do? A clever thing like that, Easy for a Clever man like you, you get them 12 years instead of one for a second rate crime. You keep power of attorney. The numbers pay off to you. And then when they get out, instead of giving them back their hard earned hundred grand, I kill them one by one. Is it like that, Detective Clover? Like that? Exactly like that. Excellent work, Detective. Excellent. The gun, Ferguson. Hand it over. The gun. Oh, no. I'll need it. But you knew it'd be like that all the time, didn't you, Danny? Give it to me. Don't try to reach for yours. Danny. Come to the window. Move. That's a good boy. 46 floors. Danny. Look down. That's how far you're going to fall. A deplorable accident, they'll call it. I'll see to it that they call it that. No, Danny. The fat folds of flesh on his face began to move to the rhythm of silent, creeping laughter that was inside him. Then his arm swung in a wide arc to bring the gun crashing down on my skull. And I needed that. Needed that moment. I needed it. I grabbed his gun arm. It's no good. Damage, no. For a lever. Let go. Let go. I'll kill your next. My body and his fan both lifted off the floor and he fell, twisting into space, a part of it, his fingers exploring it, gouging out handfuls of it. Then, far below, the crowd gathered and made a circle and the world folded in on Ralph Ferguson Broadway, where night bursts open like the sudden flame and the crowd swarm appears, squeezed out from under the earth, roped off by the silhouettes of a thousand buildings. They dance their fury away against the time of morning until the sky soaks up the sound and pain and color and turns it into dawn. That's Broadway. The gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesomest mile in the world. Broadway, my beat. Foreign stars. Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover with Charles Calvert as Tartaglia. The program was produced and directed by Elliot Lewis. The musical score was composed and conducted by Alexander Courage. The cast tonight included Stan Waxman and Diamond Bill Gray, Lou Merrill, Jester Hairston and Jim Bannon. Lucille Ball and her sparkling comedy My Favorite Husband have now joined the CBS famed comedy lineup on Sunday nights. You used to laugh with Lucille on Friday nights. Now she's moved to Sunday. So be listening this Sunday night on most of these same stations when Lucille joins Jack Benny, Amos and Andy, eve Arden, Charlie McCarthy and Edgar Bergen and Red Skelton on CBS. This is Joe Walters speaking. This is CBS, where you'll find Broadway as my beat every Friday night the Columbia Broadcasting System. You just realized your business needed to hire someone yesterday. How can you find amazing candidates fast? Easy. Just use Indeed. Stop struggling to get your job posts seen on other job sites with Indeed sponsored jobs. Your post jumps to the top of the page for your relevant candidates so you can reach the people you want faster. According to Indeed data, sponsored jobs posted directly on indeed have 45% more applications than non sponsored jobs. Don't wait any longer. Speed up your hiring right now with Indeed and listeners of this show will get a $75 sponsored job credit. To get your jobs more visibility@ Indeed.com Arts. Just go to Indeed.com Arts right now and support our show by saying you heard about Indeed on this podcast. Terms and conditions apply. Hiring Indeed is all you need. Welcome back. Coming next season, it's the Radio Adventures of Frisbee Novotny. In all seriousness, Danny's practice of one on one confrontations with the killer at the resolution of the case, where he gives them a chance to get the drop on him as he's a very sporting fellow, is the most unrealistic part of the series. Even more than the name of Sergeant Tartaglia's favorite detective. The significance of the US treasury balance being circled escaped me at first, but probably would have gotten more aha's from listeners in 1950 because a number published in newspapers like the treasury balance was often a basis for numbers rackets as people who played the numbers would trust that they had a chance of buying winning tickets. Also, always nice to have a Jester Hairston appearance in an old time radio show. Now for those who are curious, I'm in Orlando for PodFest. I came last year and as a result of that we were able to have a couple of guests on Jim Grinstead. We did one episode with and then Tom Fox of the Compliance Podcast Network. He did an episode of Great Detectives and then he also appeared on the Amazing World of Radio summer series. And I also picked up a couple of good tips for my YouTube channel which I think were very helpful last year. So I'm here just trying to see what opportunities might appear. Had a good trip over, took a round trip flight which if you're in New York or Los Angeles, major city like that probably doesn't sound like a huge deal, but with Boise, connections to most cities are just a fact of life I believe. Last year when I came I had to fly to Seattle and conceptually I struggle with that. I have to fly west to go east and it makes for a long day. This was nice it was a four plus hour flight and off the plane, so I'm grateful we got this flight. It's a seasonal flight, but it'll work for me. Going to PodFest. Now it's time to thank our Patreon supporter of the day and I want to go ahead and thank Kevin. Kevin's been one of our patreon supporters since August 2022, currently supporting the podcast at the master detective level of $15 or more per month. Thank you so much for your support, Kevin. And that will do it for today. If you're enjoying the podcast, 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. All those great things that help YouTube channels to grow. We'll be back next Wednesday with another episode of Broadway's My Beat. But join us back here tomorrow for Mr. And Mrs. North. Where? Made it fast, didn't we? If you ask me, we made it in no time. Oh, it's too dark here. I'm going inside. Where? It's dark. What place is this? It's a pretty gloomy looking house. This is where the girl came. It's where we all live. So long. So long. What about our car and the girl who was dead but isn't? What dead girl? What are you talking about? The girl in your car and the wreck. Only she wasn't there and then she stole our car. Lady, you're all mixed up. Sure. It's so dark. Well, so long. Me too. So long. Wait. If you're going inside and you think the girl's in there, we're going in too. Oh, no, you're not. Murder goes on in that house and you're not allowed. But the girl's got our car in there. Nothing doing. It's dark in that house and if you go in, you'll get killed. So he's gone. I never saw people move so fast. Jerry, we've got to find out what happened to our car. The only way we can do that is to get in. I hope you'll be with us then. In the meantime, send your comments to Box13greatdetives.net follow us on Twitter at radiodetectives and check us out on Instagram. Instagram.com greatdetectives From Orlando, Florida, this is your host, Adam Graham, signing off.