The Doorbell RangThere’s no one and nothing the great detective Nero Wolfe wouldn’t take on if the price was right. That’s something wealthy society widow Rachel Bruner is counting on when she writes him a check for a whopping hundred grand. But even Wolfe has a moment’s doubt when he finds out why the prize is so generous. For the oversize genius and his able assistant Archie Goodwin are about to lock horns with the FBI—and those highly trained G-men have a way with threats, tails, and bugs that could give even sedentary sleuth Nero Wolfe a run for his money. Introduction by Stuart Kaminsky “It is always a treat to read a Nero Wolfe mystery. The man has entered our folklore.”—The New York Times Book Review A grand master of the form, Rex Stout is one of America’s greatest mystery writers, and his literary creation Nero Wolfe is one of the greatest fictional detectives of all time. Together, Stout and Wolfe have entertained—and puzzled—millions of mystery fans around the world. Now, with his perambulatory man-about-town, Archie Goodwin, the arrogant, gourmandizing, sedentary sleuth is back in the original seventy-three cases of crime and detection written by the inimitable master himself, Rex Stout. |
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... desk working when there was a knock at his door. Wolfe told the visitor to come in. “And who,” asked Wolfe, “are you?” “Your son,” replied the man in the doorway. At this point in the radio interview Stout said something to the effect ...
... desk working when there was a knock at his door. Wolfe told the visitor to come in. “And who,” asked Wolfe, “are you?” “Your son,” replied the man in the doorway. At this point in the radio interview Stout said something to the effect ...
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... desk, where Mrs. Bruner had put it. After doing so, she had returned to the red leather chair. She had been there half an hour, having arrived a few minutes after six o'clock. Since her secretary had phoned for an appointment only three ...
... desk, where Mrs. Bruner had put it. After doing so, she had returned to the red leather chair. She had been there half an hour, having arrived a few minutes after six o'clock. Since her secretary had phoned for an appointment only three ...
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... desk, and took herin. She was a little too short and too much filled out to be rated elegant, even if her tan woolen dress was a Dior, and her face was too round, but there was nothing wrong with the brown-black eyes she aimed at Wolfe ...
... desk, and took herin. She was a little too short and too much filled out to be rated elegant, even if her tan woolen dress was a Dior, and her face was too round, but there was nothing wrong with the brown-black eyes she aimed at Wolfe ...
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... desk, and returned to the chair. “That fifty thousand dollars," she said, “is only a retainer. I said there would be no limit.” Wolfe didn't even give the check a glance. “Madam,” he said, “I am neither athaumaturge nor adunce. If you ...
... desk, and returned to the chair. “That fifty thousand dollars," she said, “is only a retainer. I said there would be no limit.” Wolfe didn't even give the check a glance. “Madam,” he said, “I am neither athaumaturge nor adunce. If you ...
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... desk and picked up the first check and replaced it with the new one, and returned to the chair. “That hundred thousand dollars,” she said, “is merely a retainer. I will pay all expenses. If you succeed, your fee, determined by you, will ...
... desk and picked up the first check and replaced it with the new one, and returned to the chair. “That hundred thousand dollars,” she said, “is merely a retainer. I will pay all expenses. If you succeed, your fee, determined by you, will ...
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