
Today's Mystery: A fourteen-year-old is the first of a series of women brutally murdered by the same person. Original Radio Broadcast Date: June 23, 1951 Originating from Hollywood Starring: Larry Thor as Lieutenant Danny Clover; Charles Calvert as...
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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 gonna bring you this week's episode of Broadway's My Bait. But first you if you are enjoying the PODC to 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 also become one of our ongoing Patreon supporters for as little as $2 per month at patreon.greatdetectives.net and I want to go ahead and welcome our latest Patreon support. I want to thank Jerome and Kayleen who both came on board supporting the podcast at the shamas level of $4 or more per month and also Dolly supporting the podcast at the rookie level of $2 or more per month. Again, thank you so much for your support. Well now from June 23, 1951. Here is the Ruth Larson murder case.
Narrator/Announcer
We delay the start of our scheduled program to bring you a bulletin from CBS News, Washington. The State Department has issued a statement in response to the proposal by Jacob Malik, the Soviet delegate to the United nations, for a ceasefire in Korea. The State Department said that if Malek's proposal is more than propaganda, adequate means for discussion and end to the conflict are available. The State Department said, we are ready to play our part. This bulletin has come to you from CBS News. We now resume our regular program.
Detective Danny Clover
Broadway's My Beat. From Times Square to Columbus Circle, the gaudiest, the most violent, the lonesomest mile in the world.
Narrator/Announcer
Broadway is my beat with larry thor as detective danny clover.
Detective Danny Clover
The nighttime starts at the river. Before it closes over Broadway, a wind drifts in with the moistened shadows, flings them into the street, flattens them against the gutter, picks a man waiting for a bus and wraps darkness around him. And a light comes on. And another. And down the street there where the crowd is gathered against the traffic signal. High above them, a neon sputters, flames. The spectaculars dance. Somebody runs into the street and yells, come on. And everybody does. Night has come to Broadway.
And where I was, there was a wind. The built in wind. A thing composed of poor ventilation, tears shed and unshed, and bottled chemicals. It was the basic ingredient of the city morgue. Though not to be found on blueprints or bills of specifications, it was something new to the man walking. Besides this place.
Mr. Larson
This place.
Detective Danny Clover
Just take it easy, Mr. Larson.
Mr. Larson
I'll tell you something. I guess it'll sound funny. I've read about places like this and I've closed my mind to what I read. I guess I never wanted to visualize anything.
Right here.
Detective Danny Clover
Mr. Larson, what was your daughter wearing?
Mr. Larson
Mrs. Larson wrote it down for me. You see, I wasn't home when our daughter. When Ruth went to the movies, so. Mrs. Larson.
Ruth was wearing a skirt and blouse, pink bobby socks and saddle shoes. I guess you want to know this too. She was 5ft 1. She was 14 in May. She had brown hair and brown eyes.
And I want you to know, Mr. Clover, I guess all fathers feel the same way. My Ruth was. Well, our friend said she was a remarkable child. She's going to. We're gonna send it to.
Under that sheet.
Detective Danny Clover
This girl was found in a vacant lot between your home and the theater. Your wife mentioned when she called, how.
Mr. Larson
I mean, look. You know, beaten, fractured skull.
I have to look, don't I?
Detective Danny Clover
Yes, if it's your Daughter Ruth's a nice girl.
Mr. Larson
She started to go to parties with boys and she always gets home by 11 o'. Clock. She's gonna be a dancer. When people come to the house, she dances for them.
Detective Danny Clover
Mr. Larson.
Mr. Larson
You see, as I told you before.
Ruth.
Ruthie.
Oh, Ruthie.
Who did it? What monster? Who did it to you?
Ethel Perdon
Who?
Paul Murray
Who?
Detective Danny Clover
The fury took over the man, trembling with it, shivering with it. Scurried from wall to wall, enraged at the wound the death of his child had clawed across his heart, torn inside his throat the helpless, futile rage of the animal whose small range of understanding has been kicked, beaten, thrown against the barbed wall of violence.
Not once, not once more did he look at his child now, try only to wipe out the memory, try to strangle the long ago laughter and sobs that the child had let echo through him. Finally, the collapse, the heap on the concrete floor.
And you call quietly to the officer on duty to help you lift the man, carry him to a place where can sleep away the fury of his dead.
Then back to your office and close the door on it, stand at the window watching the squalls of the nighttime wash against it, beat against it. And then stare at the walls. Then hear the door open for it to let it all in.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
Danny.
Danny.
Detective Danny Clover
What do you want?
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
Dr. Sinski's report. He was busy on another. He asked me to bring it to you, sir.
Detective Danny Clover
Leave it on my desk.
Ethel Perdon
All right.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
You're not gonna look at it, Danny?
Detective Danny Clover
Why? I know what's in it.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
I thought I did too, till I glanced it over on the way to your office. You better take a look at it.
Detective Danny Clover
You're so eager. I don't want to spoil it for you. Tell me about it, Muggerman. You tell me. A Mugavan. We've had other kids and this one's no different. That all, Mugavan?
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
That's what I've been trying to tell you. This one is different. Just what you saw when you first found her. That's what's in the report. Beaten, skull fractured with the butt of a gun. Nothing else.
Detective Danny Clover
Then give me a motive. Give me another motive. Why a 14 year old child should.
Glover speaking.
Officer
Sergeant Tartaglia at this end. Homicide, Danny. Woman in backyard of House at 1845 West 11. People named Murray upstairs wants you on it. Should I tell him you're agreeable? Danny.
Detective Danny Clover
Tell him I'm.
Bring me a motive. Mugaban upstairs wants me to run an errand.
Paul Murray
She's over here, Mr. Clover.
Detective Danny Clover
Right here.
Dead, beaten. I'd say her skull had been fractured. Mr. Murray, I don't understand it.
Paul Murray
I just don't understand.
Detective Danny Clover
Tell me what happened.
Paul Murray
We were sitting in the library. A knock came on the back door. I wanted to answer it, but Beatrice said I looked so comfortable.
Detective Danny Clover
There was just you two in the library.
Paul Murray
You and your wife and Sis.
Detective Danny Clover
Sis?
Paul Murray
My sister Claudia. She can't hear anything. She's deaf. She never goes out of the house. I take care of her.
Detective Danny Clover
Who's in the house with her now? Who's playing that organ?
Paul Murray
Oh, Sis plays.
Detective Danny Clover
I see. Go ahead.
Paul Murray
Well, there was this knock on the door and Beatrice went to the door and I, I, I heard her talking to someone. At least I think I did. I want you to know I'm not sure about that. I kept reading, that's all. Sis was practicing.
Detective Danny Clover
Didn't your wife scream? Didn't you hear anything?
Paul Murray
No, no, no, no, I didn't. I, I happened to look up my book a little later after she went to the back door.
Detective Danny Clover
How much later?
Paul Murray
Well, I don't know. I looked up and she still wasn't there.
Detective Danny Clover
She hadn't come back yet from answering that knock on the door.
Paul Murray
That's right. So I went out back. The back door was still open, but there wasn't anybody there. I called to her and then I started toward the alley and I. I stumbled.
I stumbled over Beatrice lying.
Detective Danny Clover
Then what did you do?
Paul Murray
Well, I. I called the police. And then I told Sis what had happened.
Detective Danny Clover
You speak sign language?
Paul Murray
Yes. I learned it when I was very young so that I could speak with Sis. She's been with me all the time.
Detective Danny Clover
How long have you been married?
Paul Murray
14 years.
Detective Danny Clover
Why?
Paul Murray
What's that got to do.
Detective Danny Clover
Happily, of course. Happily. You have any children?
Paul Murray
No. No. That's something Beatrice and I agreed on. Sis needs taken care of. And Beatrice is always so busy, busy.
Detective Danny Clover
Busy doing what?
Paul Murray
Clubs and auxiliaries, you know. She was well liked, got things done. She was admired and well liked.
Detective Danny Clover
Then who'd want to kill her?
Paul Murray
Nobody would want to kill Beatrice.
Detective Danny Clover
Nobody. Mr. Murray.
Paul Murray
She was a middle aged woman, Mr. Clover. Everybody she knew was her friends. She did charity work. People came with troubles. Anybody, she'd help them.
Why would anybody want to kill her? What motive would he have? What motive, Mr. Clover?
Detective Danny Clover
It was there again. What motive? A 14 year old girl, the loved child of a quiet, nameless father, family. Until a killer had taken the butt end of a gun, beaten their name and their dead child's name into the newspapers, that choked the trash bins supplied for the purpose by the Department of Sanitation. What motive for that? And for Mrs. Beatrice Murray, admired, liked, charitable, a woman to whom the trouble came. A childless woman who sat in the evening and sewed together the patchwork of her day while her husband read and his sister released the music she couldn't hear. What motive for that brutal death? Because you find no answer. Share it with Dr. Sinski. Ask the question of him. Burden the gentle doctor with it.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
You put me a question, Danny, that is not strictly in my department or in my education.
Detective Danny Clover
Mind if I bum another cigarette?
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
Well, here. Up south.
Detective Danny Clover
Thanks.
You've been with us a long time, doctor. Some of it must have rubbed off, Danny.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
I deal only in known quantities. You boys bring me the wounds you find. I wash them, bandage them. You bring me the dead. I perform autopsies. Known quantities, Danny. Like I know. Like I know my name. Your name. That this Mrs. Murray was murdered by the butt of the same gun that hammered away the life of the child, Ruth.
Detective Danny Clover
Why? Tell me why. I'll go out and buy my own pack of cigarettes.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
If I had gold. You could have it, Danny. No strings to it?
No. For the question you ask, go consult a specialist. A man who puts the microscope of his training to the emotions.
Detective Danny Clover
The department psychiatrist.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
Yes. To him, perhaps he will agree with me. And I'm only an amateur, a dabbler, mind you, Danny, that this violence, this ugly, bestial violence, has been committed by what is called a paranoid.
Detective Danny Clover
I've read about them. Had them screaming in my office. They dream up hates against themselves.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
For this, they kill an animal. A child.
Store Clerk
A woman.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
Excuse me, Danny. Come in, please.
Detective Danny Clover
Looking for me, Gino?
Officer
Yeah, Danny. Fresh Homicide Alley on West 10th. Bucketman's got a squad call.
Detective Danny Clover
Let me finish my cigarette, huh? Tartaglia.
Officer
Sure, Danny, sure.
Detective Danny Clover
If you want.
It's finished.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
A woman, Danny?
Detective Danny Clover
Yeah. Put your flash on her. Hold it. Hold it right there. Where's that music coming from?
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
Apartment upstairs.
Danny. The back of her head.
Detective Danny Clover
It's, uh.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
Huh.
Detective Danny Clover
Keep your flash still.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
We've seen it two times already in a short space. This makes three.
Detective Danny Clover
It made three. The woman staring into the beam of the flashlight Muguman held close to her face, staring in the final disbelief that this had happened to her in this place, in this time. She lay in awkwardness, her dress disarranged, her hand where it had frozen, trying to straighten the wisp of blood, clotted hair under her black straw hat. The alley wind found the white lace at her throat, riffled it, and the murdered woman made three.
Narrator/Announcer
You are listening to Broadway's My Beat, written By Morton Fine and David Friedkin with Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover. The Peggy Lee show bowed in over most of these same CBS stations last Sunday night. Folks who heard it will be back tomorrow for more of Peggy's charm, Peggy's vocals, Peggy's previews of coming popular musical events. Enjoy the Peggy Lee show for light hearted summer listening at the stars address.
Detective Danny Clover
The night music of summer spills into Broadway from the scarred throats of the loudspeakers hanging over the records. And this summer's kids in the off the shoulder cottons and the transparent California sports shirts squeeze each other into the doorways and lap it up. And then someone shrills a new diversion in a new shop window on a new corner, and Broadway's youth rebops on down to it. It's an old ceremony on Broadway, this dancing in the streets. And the sweating barker with a fistful of passes to happy upstairs lands. Just the price of the amusement tax, kid. That's old too. The girl in the swimsuit lying on the billboard beach, never aging but old. And the touch of summer's night on your eyelids. That's familiar too. It's all happened to you before.
And where I was, where Mugavin was. It had happened before too. To a 14 year old girl named Ruth. To Mrs. Baiters Murray. And now to the woman lying dead in an alley, not feeling the touch of the man who at first timidly and then with effort, twisted the purse out of her hand.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
She was holding onto it so tight, Danny.
Detective Danny Clover
Open it.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
So tight. Yeah.
Killed the same way as the other two, wouldn't you say, Danny? Uh huh. Maybe our fair city's being honored with a mad killer, huh?
Detective Danny Clover
Maybe.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
Sick man with a grudge against women, even if they're a kid.
Detective Danny Clover
Looks like it. How long does it take to go through the purse, Mugavan?
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
Just sorting the unnecessary stuff, Danny. Tissues, compact, change purse, bobby pins, sales slip for, let's see. Hold a flash a minute, Danny. Yeah, for chinaware. Tortoiseshell comb with silver edging.
Detective Danny Clover
That's all. No identification.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
Well, I haven't tried this inside flap yet, Danny.
Yeah, here it is. New Social Security card made out to hold it again. Alma Russell, 4212 6th Avenue. That's around 8th Street, Danny.
Detective Danny Clover
Maybe she was on her way home. Took this alley, it cuts through the sixth. Killer knew she took it sometimes. Waited for her here, slugged her, made sure she was dead.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
Got a confession, Danny?
Detective Danny Clover
It puzzled you.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
Alone in the world, three of them dead. That girl, that woman with her husband and the sister who plays the organ. Now this one, I could understand it if.
Detective Danny Clover
If what?
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
There wasn't a mark on him, Danny, other than the beating from the gun, but not a mark.
Detective Danny Clover
And this girl's young, about 25, I'd.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
Say pretty neat, clean. I bet she was attractive, sweet.
Detective Danny Clover
What are you building, Mugman?
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
We've had them before, Danny. The guys who wait in alleys go to moving picture houses, talk to little girls in the vacant lot. This kind we've had before. And in a way, I could understand it.
Detective Danny Clover
But the killer who you said he was sick. Dr. Sinski called him paranoid.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
Whatever they call him, it scares me.
Detective Danny Clover
He's sick.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
I got a niece lives three blocks from me with my brother. She's funny.
Detective Danny Clover
You're trying to talk about her like the girl's father did.
Go call them, morgue McIver.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
Danny, the thought that it could happen.
Detective Danny Clover
Go call them. I'll wait for you.
And in a little while, the young woman who had hugged death in an alley was attended to by gentle people, which is the miracle of violent death in a great city. The intern, the stranger in the white jacket, knelt beside her, shook his head and thought a thought that included both of them. And an ambulance driver looked at her and bit his lip when he put her on the stretcher.
Then the alley was no longer remarkable. It resolved back unto itself, a play of refuse, mewings, and the shortcut. It was the end of something or another.
For me. It was the end of the day. Home now, in bed. Adjust the mind not to dream. This can be done by a policeman assigned a homicide. Sleep the night through and wake and have the coffee and read the paper. Get to work. Go now to the address on 10th street because a girl named Alma Russell once lived there. Ring the bell. Adjust your mind again to the fact that you're going to talk about the murder of a young woman at 8:30 in the morning.
Ethel Perdon
You from the police?
Detective Danny Clover
Yes, I am.
Ethel Perdon
Well, come in. In here? The kitchen. Sit down.
Detective Danny Clover
Thanks.
Ethel Perdon
What's your name?
Detective Danny Clover
Danny Clover.
Ethel Perdon
Mine's Perdon. Ethel Perdon. I'm mine host to the borders. Had your coffee yet, Danny?
Detective Danny Clover
Uh huh.
Ethel Perdon
Me too. You won't mind if I try making up this face of mine, do you? I say making up because that's the phrase that's used.
Detective Danny Clover
How is it that you're Expecting the police, Mrs. Purdon?
Ethel Perdon
Well, I read the morning papers, don't I? Alma got killed, didn't she? She lived here, didn't she? So who should I expect? Humphrey Bogart? Yeah. How does the lipstick look, Danny? Kissable or otherwise? Otherwise, huh?
Detective Danny Clover
Look, Mrs. Perdona, I want you to tell me everything you can about Alma Russell.
Ethel Perdon
Sure, sure. Can you reach that mascara, Danny? Yeah, right there on the shelf, see? Thanks. About Alma. A maid cleans, sweeps, dusts. A buck an hour.
Detective Danny Clover
Who'd she worked for?
Ethel Perdon
Well, she never said. Quit a job a couple of weeks ago. I think she got another one just the other day. Well, I guess that's the best I can do with my facial equipment. Mirror, mirror on the wall. Ah.
Detective Danny Clover
What else about her?
Ethel Perdon
I don't know what else. She paid, bored, kept to herself, was no trouble, didn't talk except a how do you do? And a very well, thank you. Nice table manners. Broke her bread, never left much crumbs. Nice girl.
Detective Danny Clover
What about boyfriends?
Ethel Perdon
None here in my establishment. All ladies. What happens in the street? I wouldn't know. Help me with my coat, will you, Danny?
Detective Danny Clover
You going someplace?
Ethel Perdon
Well, sure I am.
Detective Danny Clover
I want to look at Alma's room.
Ethel Perdon
First landing, door on your right. You want to talk to me soon again, Danny?
Detective Danny Clover
Maybe after I look at Alma's room.
Ethel Perdon
I'll be easy to find. Your place, your morgue. I'm going down and cry for Alma Russell. Somebody's got to cry for her.
Detective Danny Clover
And watch her leave for a session of weeping through mascaraed eyelashes. The pastime, the protest against her being bitter and lonely and unwanted. And enter the dead woman's room, search it, note its primness. Handle the modest belongings of a girl who had washed, dusted, arranged the belongings of other women in other, richer rooms. The pile of old magazines carefully saved on the closet shelf. And on the bed stand, the new ones, the fan magazines, the romances truer than her own because they were printed on slick paper. The dresser lined with the thin layer of inexpensive underclothes. The wardrobe of the bargain flowered prints, the starched maid's uniform, the cloth coat and the moth proof bag. That was it. The sum of Alma Russell's life.
And then back to headquarters. And the concern of Sergeant Gino Tartaglia for your tiredness. For your paleness, Danny.
Officer
Not that it is mine to meddle, but. Well, you should exhibit yourself to the sunshine more. LOL on Far Rockaway on your day off, Gino, bring cheeks of tan to your cheeks. Bare your pale feet to the vitamin filled rays.
Detective Danny Clover
My pale feet bother you?
Officer
Nothing whatsoever about your personality bothers me, Danny.
Detective Danny Clover
It's only that I know, Gino. You'd feel better if I got sunburned.
Officer
Well, it is the Fashion of the season.
Detective Danny Clover
There's a rumor murder is the fashion.
Officer
Yeah. This also three the members of the opposite sex.
Detective Danny Clover
Could be so simple. If only somewhere I could find where their lives had been touched by one man. By one killer.
Officer
Danny, don't whip yourself. I put the boys working on it like. Yes, they can't find it either. All they come up with is a reading on a sales slip.
Detective Danny Clover
Huh?
Officer
The sales slip you found in the purse of the deceased, Alma Russell. It seems the girl bought a teapot from a place called ivers. Paid $200 for it. And this makes a mishmash. Upsets your colleagues in the department.
Detective Danny Clover
200 for a teapot bought by a girl who makes a buck an hour? Doesn't it? Upset.
Store Clerk
Something we can do for you, sir?
Detective Danny Clover
Yes, there is. I'm from the police. Good.
Store Clerk
Are we interested in some chinaware today?
Detective Danny Clover
Yes, we are. I want you to take a look at this. This is a sales slip.
Store Clerk
What is it?
Detective Danny Clover
It's for a teapot. One that costs $200.
Store Clerk
I don't understand why we're lifting our eyebrows, sir. Of course it did. A Stratfordshire teapot on the current market is worth at least that.
Detective Danny Clover
This sales slip was found on a young lady. A young lady that's been murdered.
Store Clerk
I see.
Detective Danny Clover
The young lady happened to have purchased this teapot here.
Store Clerk
I see.
Detective Danny Clover
Her name was Alma Russell.
Store Clerk
I see.
Detective Danny Clover
How does a dollar an hour mate buy a $200 piece of china?
Store Clerk
By paying $200 for it. Ms. Russell paid exactly that much then.
Detective Danny Clover
You remember Ms. Russell?
Store Clerk
Oh, indeed, yes. We sold it to her ourselves about three weeks ago. I remember the transaction well. She'd called the day before to price the teapot. The next day. She came in with the money about midday on a Thursday.
Detective Danny Clover
Unless it was her day off. She was in uniform. Didn't it seem strange that a housemaid.
Store Clerk
Yes, it did. I might as well tell you.
Detective Danny Clover
Tell me what?
Store Clerk
The sale slip says $200. She didn't pay that for it. She paid 195, tax included. We paid the difference out of our own pocket. In the trade, we are known as a sucker for hard luck. Stories about teapots. And Ms. Russell had one.
Detective Danny Clover
You want to tell me about it now or later?
Store Clerk
Miss Russell was dusting the china at the home of her employer. Broke a stradverture teapot. Hid the debris. Bought another one before the accident. Was discovered as a replacement.
Detective Danny Clover
Just one more thing. Did she say who this employer was?
Store Clerk
She did not. However. However, there are some regular clients of ours who eat off the stuff.
Detective Danny Clover
Like who?
Store Clerk
The Llewellyns, for example. The Crandalls, second and third. The Murrays, the West fourth.
Detective Danny Clover
Which Murrays?
Store Clerk
On West 11th. The Paul Murrays. Are we being helpful?
Detective Danny Clover
We'll never know how much.
Store Clerk
Oh.
Paul Murray
Oh, it's you. Mr. Clover. Please come in.
Detective Danny Clover
Thanks. Mr. Murray.
Paul Murray
You want to talk to me, don't you? This way, down the hall. Oh, Claudia, that is. Sis is practicing. We don't want to disturb her. Through this door. In here. The library.
Now, do you know the man who killed my wife?
Detective Danny Clover
We know the kind of man who killed your wife.
Paul Murray
Yes.
Detective Danny Clover
A paranoid.
Paul Murray
Paranoid?
Detective Danny Clover
A person who's quick to find a reason to kill. And he doesn't need much of a reason. Just cross him.
Paul Murray
A crazy man?
Detective Danny Clover
You could say that.
Paul Murray
Well, they tell me a lot of crazies are clever.
Store Clerk
But why?
Paul Murray
Why come to tell me about it? You should be out looking for the man.
Detective Danny Clover
I just thought I'd stop by and let you know how we were progressing.
Paul Murray
I'm busy. Oh, my hobby. Model trains. I was assembling this engine. It's a diesel.
Detective Danny Clover
Careful work. Must take a lot of patience.
Paul Murray
Please put it down. It's fragile. I don't allow anyone to touch it.
Detective Danny Clover
All right. I said I stopped by to let you know how we were progressing.
Paul Murray
Come back when you can tell me the killer's name. And from what I've been reading, you'd better hurry up. Three killings indiscriminately. By the same man.
Detective Danny Clover
By the same man. The way we figure it, Mr. Murray, is that the killer was really only interested in killing one person. He killed the other two to make it look like what you said. Indiscriminate killings.
Paul Murray
I. I don't understand.
Detective Danny Clover
To make it look like murder without a motive, without plan. But there was motive.
Paul Murray
What motive for killing a 14 year old girl?
Detective Danny Clover
None. Part of the plan.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
And.
Paul Murray
And that housemaid?
Detective Danny Clover
None. But that was the killer's mistake. If he'd killed someone else, I wouldn't be here now.
Officer
You.
Paul Murray
You don't know what you're talking about.
Detective Danny Clover
Aren't you going to ask me why anyone should kill your wife?
Paul Murray
There was no motive like the others.
Detective Danny Clover
The killer had one. He had a wife. A wife who didn't want the burden of an afflicted sister in law. That's only a guess.
Did your wife ever complain about your sister?
Paul Murray
Get out of here.
Detective Danny Clover
You said your wife was a warm and open hearted woman. She wanted children, didn't she?
Paul Murray
You're presumptuous. You're crude. Get out of Here.
Detective Danny Clover
You already had a child in your house, Sis. Your sister. You never let her be anything but a child.
Paul Murray
I don't have to take these insults. And put that down. Put that train down. We go crazy.
Officer
Crazy.
Paul Murray
You broke it deliberately. All that work and you.
Adam Graham
I'll kill you.
Paul Murray
I'll kill you.
Detective Danny Clover
You're a broken toy train. Now you're going to convince me you're a madman. Cop an insanity plea.
You're going to try harder than that. That's right. Settle down.
Paul Murray
Poke my train.
Detective Danny Clover
Cut it out, Murray. You're no more crazy than I am.
Oh, sis. Paranoid. Would have had reason to kill that maid. That 14 year old girl you killed to cover up your wife's murder.
She'll find out what happened. We'll let her know.
Oh, sis. Oh, God.
Broadway leaps against the night. The sound it makes is the crash of life deep inside the earth. And the hiss of neon. The laugh that screams. They melt together. The sound you get is shock. There's another sound, the teardrop. But no one listens. No one hears.
It's Broadway. The gaudiest, the most violent. The lonesomest mile in the world. Broadway. My beat.
Narrator/Announcer
Broadway's My Beat stars Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover. With Charles Calvert as Tartaglia and Jack Crucian as Mugaban. The program was produced and directed by Elliot Lewis with musical score composed and conducted by Alexander Courage. In tonight's story, Joseph Kearns was heard as Paul Murray. Featured in the cast were Charles Davis, Martha Wentworth and Harry Bartel.
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Paul Murray
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Narrator/Announcer
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Paul Murray
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Adam Graham
Welcome back. I think that Broadway's My Beat is a series that did become better as it went on. There are subtle ways in which the series has changed. There's of course the rhythm to most episodes of Mugavan being the one to guide Danny through the crime scene to some extent, which does a lot to make the series feel more like a police show rather than a PI show, as the series often did. It didn't quite feel like a police show. I think it does now. And there have also been some subtle refinements in Danny Clover's characterization. He's less likely to do something totally off the rails like beat up a suspect. Now, of course, he still has very strong feelings about these cases and can be very affected by his work, which I think makes him interesting, although perhaps a bit unusual. But there is this sense in which he is not giving full vent to his rage. In some of the earlier episodes there would be, you know, some punching up some suspects and some reactions that would be really, really over the top. I think Danny Clover is still the same character at his core as when Feynman Friedkin first wrote him, but there is a sense in which he feels a bit more grounded, a bit like he inhabits the same sort of world that people actually lived in. Now, that's not to say there aren't some tropey things about Broadway's My Beat and some odd things, one of which we'll kind of get into after the episode, but there is a sense where I think the drama is better because it's slightly more believable and realistic. And I thought that this was a particularly powerful story. Harry Bartel, as the father in this case, gave such a great performance. First, that sense of denial just then giving way to total rage and as he realized that this actually happened. Alright, well, listener comments and feedback now and we're going to go over To Spotify where mechanic 66 Comments I did not recognize Peggy Webber because I've mainly heard her play much older women like Joe Friday's mother, a landlady, etc. Why didn't Danny take Mugavan with him to arrest a killer? I get why she took the picture of the murder, but this should have only been used as a last resort. If the brother had no alibi and was about to be convicted, then she could have said when she got home she had her film developed and solved the murder. But all that being said, he already had the butler as an alibi. And that of course, is regarding the Earl Lawson murder case. And I think that's a fair point regarding the question of why he didn't bring Mugavin. That is one of the really odd tropes of this series is Danny choosing to confront the killer alone. I mean, why doesn't he ever bring Mugavin? 90 plus percent of the time he chooses to confront the killer on his own for reasons. And as much as I just talked about how Danny is a bit more grounded, that is one of the sillier parts of the program. But it doesn't interfere with the emotional realism of the program too much. I because it's just part of that suspension of disbelief you have to accept. Then we have a listener on YouTube who just posted a very nice thank you Adam on the Francesca Brown murder case. And then we turn to our listener survey where Larry writes love old radio shows. Keep them alive for generations to come. Well, thank you so much, Larry and I appreciate you filling out our listener survey. Well, now it's time to thank our Patreon supporters of the day. Want to thank Jim and Rachel, who are joint patreon supporters since March 2016, currently supporting the podcast at the Showmas level of $4 or more per month. Thank you so much for your support. 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 bell. 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 Dragnet, where that's right.
Ms. Palmer
I ran one of those three day want ads over the weekend. Friday, Saturday and Sunday. I thought I'd get more for my car if I sold it myself. I mean, instead of selling it to a used car lot.
Detective Danny Clover
Yes, ma'. Am.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
How many answers did you get on your want ad?
Ms. Palmer
Well, just the one way it turned out. This man came out and looked at my car first thing in the morning. He offered to pay me exactly what I was asking for it. So I sold it to him. That's just the way it went.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
Who was this man, Mrs. Palmer? Was he representing some auto company?
Ms. Palmer
Yes, he said he was anyway. Gave his name to Joseph Newhall. I've got his card inside. Said he was a buyer for Dan Barton Shoes car lot on South Cap Street. Nicely dressed man. He made it all seem so honest.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
How was the deal arranged? Could you tell us? I mean, transfer the car payment and so forth?
Ms. Palmer
Well, he gave me a check for $50, sort of a down payment to hold the car for him. It was a certified company check. I See, he told me he'd be back that afternoon with a certified check for the full amount of the car. $800.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
Did he take your car with him then?
Ms. Palmer
No, he didn't. That's why I had no reason to be suspicious. He left me the check for $50 and said he'd be back later with the rest of the money. Said in the meantime, one of the employees from the used car lot might be along to pick up the car to save me the trouble of driving it downtown myself.
Ethel Perdon
Mm.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
Same MO Joe, all the way?
Detective Danny Clover
Yeah, looks like it.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
Well, how did it go after that, Ms. Palmer?
Ms. Palmer
This worker from the used car lot came to the house to pick up the car about one o' clock that afternoon. Gave me a check for the full mount of the car, and I gave him the pink slip. Had a pair of white coveralls on, lettering on the back of them. Dan Barton Jew's Cars. Looked like a typical mechanic or something. I wasn't the least bit suspicious.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
How about the buyer, this Joseph Newhall, did he show up later in the day?
Ms. Palmer
No, he never came back. I've never seen him since. Haven't seen my car either. I call that Dan Barton Juice Car lot. The next morning, they told me they never heard of Joseph Newhall. Just made me sick, Officer. I can't afford to lose the money I had in that car.
Sergeant Gino Tartaglia
Yes, ma', am. We understand. The same things happen to a dozen people like you around the city.
Adam Graham
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Ms. Palmer
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Paul Murray
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Paul Murray
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Detective Danny Clover
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Podcast: The Great Detectives of Old Time Radio
Host: Adam Graham
Episode: Broadway’s My Beat: The Ruth Larson Murder Case (EP4863)
Date Released: December 10, 2025
This episode of Broadway’s My Beat centers around a string of violent murders, beginning with the killing of a 14-year-old girl named Ruth Larson. Detective Danny Clover unravels a case that unearths themes of senseless urban violence, psychological motives, and the hidden turmoil within seemingly quiet families. The narrative takes listeners through post-war Broadway, blending crime procedural with psychological drama, ultimately arriving at a startling twist about the true motive behind the murders.
The episode is steeped in classic noir sensibility: moody, poetic narration; a city filled with darkness, tragedy, and fleeting moments of empathy. Detective Clover balances skepticism with emotional engagement, making for a more human and believable protagonist.
The storytelling retains the crisp, hardboiled dialogue of old radio dramas, but also lingers on the loneliness and pathos of its characters—a rarity among more formulaic Golden Age mysteries.
In “The Ruth Larson Murder Case,” Broadway’s My Beat uses a seemingly random string of female murders to explore themes of hidden resentments, psychological instability, and the despair lurking just beneath urban respectability. Through sensitive characterization and poignant atmosphere, the episode delivers both a whodunit puzzle and a somber meditation on violence and alienation. The case’s resolution, hinging on a simple, broken teapot and a man’s secret marital hatred, highlights how mundane grievances can erupt into horror—a classic noir lesson that still resonates.