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Also the frosty lager against the parched throat. So walk the street with the summer people. Watch a season billow out and glow and burn. Feel July on Broadway and ask for mercy. In a room in police headquarters, the man's request against the new morning sun. Mind pulling that blind, please. The sun is so hot, Margaret. Sure. Is that it, Mr. Lloyd? Yes, yes. Thank you. I'll mention it. I just want you to know I understand, Mr. Lloyd. What? What do you understand? The man starts to cry. He events little excuses like this. Sunlight's too bright like... What about that? What about that cry? What do you expect me to do? How do you expect me to be? Take it easy, Mr. Lloyd. Well, what does a man do? Cause the girl's death, what am I supposed to do? Mr. Lloyd, what am I supposed to do? Lieutenant had a suggestion. Good suggestion. What? Just take it easy, relax. Stop doing that thing with your hands. Just calm down. We'll try to help you all we can. That's it, Mr. Lloyd. Sit back. Take a deep breath. That's it. Now tell us why you think you're the reason our girl's dead. Miss Note, she sent it to me three days ago. That's it, Mr. Lloyd. Thanks. Helen, if you don't do what I ask, I'll kill myself. So help me, I'll kill myself. Signed Julie. Why do you think she's dead, Mr. Lloyd? When I got the note right away, I... Right away I went to her, to where she lives. She wasn't there. And every day since I've gone to her, she's not there. I call her and no answer. You've got to find her. I don't know where else to look. Where else to go? Find her! We'll need her name, full description. Yes, Julie Rowland. Dark hair, brunette. No, wait a minute. I'm getting it, Danny. Julie Rowland, dark hair. Go on, Mr. Lloyd. Dark hair with a gray streak in it. Not one of those dyed things. It's real. She has gray eyes. She's slightly built. And there is about her head. It's all, Mr. Lloyd. Five, two, or three. She's about 23 years old. She has a room in the Blake Hotel on 34th Street. Listen to me, you two. We're listening, Mr. Lloyd. You have to understand something. I'm a respectable man. I have a wife. I've tried to live decently. I've tried. I really have. Then this Julie Rowland, the girl who told you she was going to kill herself, is what to you, Mr. Lloyd? A girl I met four months ago. There was a party. Some business queens' mind gave a party. She came in with one of them. I don't know how to say it about her. Make the effort, Mr. Lloyd, if you can do it. There was something ruthless about her. The way she was with men. And then she saw me and came over and whispered something. I tried to move away from her. She laughed at me and insulted me and ridiculed me in front of the others. Told them aloud what she'd whispered. They laughed a lot. I'm still. Still you found her attractive. Yes. Yes. You got the little lady's phone number and you can. No, no. It wasn't like that. Well, how was it, Mr. Lloyd? She called me the next day. One of the other men must have given her my home number. She asked me to pick her up at her hotel, take her up. And you're dead. Yes, I did. Many times, many, many times. You're a respectable man and you have a wife and you've tried to live the decent life. Your wife know all about the kind of man you are, Mr. Lloyd? You mean Julie? Yeah, that's who I mean. Your wife know about her. I don't know. I don't think so. I don't know what things my wife knows about me. I do know this. A week ago, I told Julie, no more. Not ever again. No more, I said. Mr. Lloyd? Yes. She wrote in her note, if you don't do what she asks, well, what did she ask of you? Just that I destroy my life, give up everything I've ever lived for, my wife, my home, everything a man like me. That's blackmail, isn't it? Isn't that blackmail what she's doing to me? It's a threatened suicide. That's blackmail, isn't it? Of a kind, yeah. Well, then if you find her alive, you must arrest her because it's against the law to do what she's done to me. Maybe it is, Mr. Lloyd, but something else. What? What if we find her dead? Dead? Julie dead? I don't know. I don't know what I do to myself. Please, will you? Yeah, well, let you know. You can go home now, Mr. Lloyd. Yes. Thank you. Are you? Police. Waking? Uh-huh. Register. Here. And I'm going to tell you what I tell every cop ever comes in here. All I need from the guest is they don't make noise after 10 o'clock. Before 10 o'clock, they can bray like hyenas. They can. I'm not getting to you, am I? You know Julie Rowland? Yeah, not waking at all. You're relaxing. Only Julie's not here, not been either. Not for days. Where's her room? Not at all. But she's gone, friend. Let's take a walk down and see. A few four days now. Yeah, I know. But let's see. You just want to be in her little room a little bit. Is that all? Come on, come on. How well do you know her? That's the saddest question I ever heard. Huh? I don't know real well. Sad, huh? You say she's not been around for three or four days? Sad, huh? She stays away now, and then she comes back. And she walks over to the desk. Oh, it's in here. And she grabs me by the ear and bends me down and whispers me a story. And then she walks away. Ann comes in this room of hers, and I suppose does whatever any girl. Well, what do you want in here? Just want to make sure she's not here. Hey, listen, watch what Julie. It dawns you're a cop in your series. What's with her, huh? There's a report she might have committed suicide. What's the matter? I'm being relieved, that's all. Julie, kill herself, or not Julie, not my little baby doll. She's a joke and a joint. You're her little baby doll? Look, she don't know it. Oh? When she's not here, I come in and straighten up. That's all. Her maid's not very good, so I straighten up after her. That's nice in here, huh? What's through that door? Oh, uh, the bathroom. And a little kitchenette there, see? Neat, huh? Whenever I have a few minutes. Let's open that closet in the front room. Look, I don't go in there. Open it. OK. Talk about Julie Rowland, huh? Sure. Men. Ah, she don't really like those fellas. What fellas? She has callers. Fellers wait in the lobby for her to take her out. She goes out with them, they take her arm, and she winks at me. Do you know one of them named Alan Lloyd? Look, I got one name for all of them. You want to know what that is? Where is she? I don't know where she is. If I was you, I'd leave her alone. She said she was going to be away for a couple of days to make somebody anxious for her. I got a feeling this time she meant me. Yeah, I got a feeling when she goes back. Oh, uh, are you leaving? Yeah, I am. Well, you know your way out. I'm going to stick around and straighten things up. Hey, we made a mess in here. Took a handkerchief from his back pocket, unfolded it. 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Mr. Clover knows. I want you to stop it, Alan. Alan. Yes. Yes, I will. Good. All right, Mr. Clover. You know what? You know about the... I want to make a gesture first. I want to ask a question. Why should there be innuendos now? As obviously there will be. Downstairs, the girl is dead. She chose to destroy herself and she's dead and it's over. And what I'm trying to do now is ask you... Say to you, go home. Thank you. Would you like to examine it from my point of view for a moment? No. But do it anyhow. The girl is found dead in the East River. Maybe she was murdered. I'm sorry for you. I never thought to myself how a police officer must look at things always with a motive and a possibility of horror. Isn't that what you have to do? So what about it, Mrs. Lloyd? Did you know about your husband at Julie Rowland? Of course I did. The first time I saw your husband, he said you didn't. Alan hid something from me. I'd never seen the girl. Yet I knew the first night he'd kissed her. Let's try it this way. When was the first time he told you about her? Tonight. You heard my husband. Listen, you... Yeah? What I meant a moment before, everything you do, the questions you need to ask, probing for a motive, isn't it? Right now, yes. Right now, yes. So perhaps we're lying, Alan, and I. Suppose I knew all about Julie Rowland. Had known about her for a long time. So then it would be possible that I'd drown her. Murdered her. That's right. Let me tell you something. Sure. As far as I'm concerned, Alan can walk out of here and go to a bar and drink whiskey and flirt with a girl. Yes, and even kiss her if he wants. Alan is dear to me. And if some time or another he feels the need for a joke, a peccadillo. Oh, stop it! It's true. Just stop it! Just stop it! You can get right up and do what I said, and I'll wait for you to come home. Oh, I know you, Alan, and I love you. I do love you, Alan. And it's over now, and I forgive you, and please, please, dear, let's go home. It's all right now, and I want you to take me home. Yes. Watch her get up and stand for a moment, staring at her husband, then take the coat that had been carefully draped across the back of a chair, handed to him. Help me with my coat, dear. Then the puppet-like motion of her arms as they searched for the sleeves of the coat he held for her. The gloves to be adjusted and smoothed, then slowly, precisely, finger by finger. Take my arm, dear. Open the door for me, Alan. And they were gone. In the morning, legwork, concerning the man Alan Lloyd, his place of business, man's hat shop on Lower Madison. He told by a clerk, Mr. Lloyd, fine man, good man, fine boss, good fellow. A man who could take a hard knock and forge forward. One of the nicest fellows in the hat business. And from neighbors of Mr. and Mrs. Lloyd to keep to themselves, the Lloyds, not a whisper heard about them from anybody. Are there whispers now? A person is entitled to know as long as a person is expected to answer police questions. Back to headquarters then, back to Sergeant Geno Tataglia, who seeks... A confirmation, Danny. A confirmation concerning our date of this evening. You have not forgotten? No. Bingo. I will rush now to confirm with Mrs. T who has only been preparing for your visit a whole week already. Will that certain lady be surprised, Danny? It is customary to knock, sir, when one wishes to sit. Yeah, isn't it, though? You clover? Uh-huh. What do you want? What I want. I want to help you, that's all. I want to give till it hurts. Give what? The things I know about a girl lately dead from drowning in a river. Julie Rowland? Till it hurts. That's all, you know, you can... I promised you, you know, I'll be there. Thank you. Hey, how about you? You say your promise and your boy lights up like... What's your name? Jenny Osborn. Up till last night, like that with Julie. And you want to tell me about it? Well, you sure? I'm here to help, clove. I asked downstairs, who they said you are, so... What about Julie? Eh, when she drowned, something big went out of my life. She used to give me things. Money? Money, whatever I wanted. Where'd she get it? Ha! Where? A guy, a guy, a guy, a guy. Who? Hey, let me tell you the type guy. So as you can figure that Julie was not a girl to give an empty promise. Because she had this type guy Just tell me, huh? Thank you. Type guy who once raised Cain with Julie just because she took me along on a date. The three of us went to a party, you see. I got a laugh every time I think about it. In no time at all... In the... Every time I think... I'll wait, Mr. Osborn. In no time at all, she got this guy kissing her fingers. In no time at all, Julie got him stewed. In no time at all, she got his face painted with lipstick and a three-corner towel and an all-day sucker shoved in his mouth through a real comic, you know. So the gentleman looked like an overgrown baby. At no time at all, she's got him shoved out in the street. We watched him in the wind and died the way the poor lad looked like. Alan Lloyd was not the man. Yeah, yeah, Alan. Alan, baby. Oh, yeah, I was telling you, we were watching. I see a cop pick Alan up. I run out, I explain it to the cop. He lets me have Alan back. But, Julie's party, I took pretty. You know, Julie shouldn't... And Julie was trying to get money from him and then give it to you. Yeah, yeah, sure. Like that. So, Julie is dead and my bubble is burst. And me, I've tried to... Ah, you know. Yeah, you've been a lot of help. Get out. Honey, husband did after the gesture, after picking up the pencil, examining it briefly and gently and with a wink, laying it down. And lunch, then. Don't eat too much, Danny. Remember, dinner tonight at my house. Therefore, no pie. Back to office and paperwork. Press hard on the pencil so that it'll come out clear on all five copies. Then, autopsy report to be examined. Time of death fixed 24 hours ago, which made it yesterday afternoon. So send out an old points bullet and pick up Johnny again. Two hours later... Okay, okay, you don't have to shove. Next time you get arrested in the office or ask your politely to walk through a door, do it. Just don't shove. Johnny's a last word, fella, Danny. Hi, Johnny. Don't bother. Johnny was real easy to find. He was putting on a jag at the bar at LaGuardia. One for the road, that's a jag. And why LaGuardia? This, one-way ticket to sunny California. Also this containing nigh on to 10 grand, sir. Where'd you get the money, Johnny? I got a fairy godmother, remember? I told you. Julie Rowland? Julie. You kill her? No, sir. Where'd she get the money? She had a fairy godfather, remember? I told her. Why did she give you this money? Yesterday. You didn't mention it to me this morning. My mind, my mind. What could I have been thinking about? About coming into headquarters and doing that citizen bit so we'd think real kindly of you, huh? I think kindly of you, Johnny. Don't you, Danny? Let me ask you again, Johnny. Did you kill her? No, sir. OK, Muglin. Sure. In a kindly manner. Come on. Just don't shove. That's all. You want now. May I come in, Mrs. Linden? I guess it's better than standing here. Come on. Don't make me repeat myself. What is it you want? Your husband here? Yes. Why don't we all just... Because I won't permit it. That's why. All right. Mrs. Lloyd, how do you and your husband get along? Like Paolo and Francesca, you know. Of course you don't. Financially? Like Dunn and Bradstreet. Would $10,000 be missing from whatever assets you and your husband... What are you talking about? I asked you a question. A friend of Julie Rollins turned up a little while ago with $10,000 neither one of them had until yesterday. Alan! Alan! Yes! Come in here, Alan. I'm just getting ready. You, come in! I was just asking your wife. Alan, did you give that girl $10,000? How? Did you give that... Don't deserve to live, you little... Stop it! Stop it! Okay, take it easy. Take it easy. It was my money. How dare you give... It was my money just as much as it was yours. How dare you! Will you listen? Don't deserve to live. Listen, will you? She was going to kill herself. What do I care? I did. Yes, yes. Yesterday morning, after I came back from reporting her disappearance to Mr. Clover, she called. She said meet her. She said bring that much money or she'd kill herself. How did you get it? Where did you get that much money, Alan? The bank account. And... The safe deposit box, Alan? Yes! My ring? Yes! And those shares, my father left them? Yes! I think so. She showed up with Johnny Osborn, didn't she? How do you know? That's the only way it figures. You gave her the money, she gave it to him. He left and she stood there... He stood there and laughed at me. 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We invite you to join us again next week at this same time when Detective Danny Clover returns again with Broadway's My Beat. Broadway's My Beat, brought to you by Double Mint Chewing Gum is produced and directed by Elliot Lewis with music composed and conducted by Alexander Courage. The program is written by Morton Fine and David Friedkin and stars Larry Thor as Detective Danny Clover with Charles Calvert as Tortaglia and Jack Krushen as Muggevin. In tonight's story, Irene Tedrow was heard as Phyllis, Woodfield Connor as Alan, Joseph Kearns as Artie and Tony Barrett as Johnny. Bill Anders speaking. This is the CBS Radio Network.