The roar of the crowd, the clang of the bell, the sharp tattoo of a flurry of punches and the sudden drama as the referee calls the fallen fighter 'out'. Boxing. Love it, hate it, praise it, denounce it as barbarism, but don't deny it weaves a spell. Why? Who knows. Perhaps the answer is so simple that it denies analysis. Dapper Danny Malloy was a boxer, and Lieutenant Jerry Roman was a detective...