By Rex Stout
Whilst a bomb kills his favourite waiter from his favourite eating place, sedentary sleuth and connoisseur Nero Wolfe is set to visit any size to discover the killer. Reissue. NYT.
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He finished swallowing the last bite of the sandwich, with his eyes glued to me. " "Cramer wouldn't buy them to chew. Ninety cents apiece. Rusterman's has them. They come in aluminum tubes. DON PEDRO is on the tube in capital letters, dark green, and Honduras is on it, lower case. In the stuff you collected is a piece of aluminum with DO in caps on it, and one with du in lower case, and a bigger one with EDR in caps. So this is what happened. When I left the room, he sat or stood or walked around for a few minutes and decided he might as well undress and go to bed and went and opened the closet door.
I flipped the light switch. I don't dawdle going upstairs, and I had to wait for him at the top of the first flight because he was only halfway up. At the second landing I turned left, swung the door of the South Boom open, and turned the light on. I didn't have to check on the bed or towels in the bathroom because I knew everything was in order; all I had to do was turn the radiator on. "I'm sorry, Mr. Goodwin," he said. " "So am I," I said. "I'm sorry you're in a jam. Stick right here until I tell you I've told Mr.
That's what I thought when I heard it-who could have killed him? Why would anybody kill Pierre? He never hurt anybody, he wouldn't. Nobody hated him. Nobody was afraid of him. He was a fine man, an honest man. He wasn't perfect, he had that one fault, he bet too much on horse races, but he knew he did and he tried to stop. He didn't want to talk about it, but sometimes he did. " "I don't think so. I don't think he would. I'm sure he didn't from anybody here. If he had, there would have been talk.
A Family Affair (The Rex Stout Library) by Rex Stout