Three Witnesses Three witnesses hold all the clues in three crimes of passion that have even Nero Wolfe guessing to the very end.
(Thomas L. Motsinger) Bill Pronzini and Collin Wilcox, Twospot (Putnam's, 1978; 268 pp. ) . This started out as a good idea: take Pronzini's "nameless" (whose name turns out to be, as we suspected, Bill) and Wilcox's Lt . Hastings and ...
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Aline Solini--a beautiful Russian adventuress who has abandoned her Russian husband and is now in search of greater conquests in Europe--arrives in Marisi, on the eve of World War II. A charming period piece, this story has a languid ...
“Yes,” said Andrew Beach. “I'm sorry.” Gowanton choked. He glared at Sackerville a moment, then he turned and bowed formally to Melissa; then he went to the door, wheeled and bowed to Mrs. Beach. The next moment he was gone —gone in a ...
He owns a yacht, a villa at Palm Beach, a place in the Adirondacks, the house on Sixty-ninth Street, the estate of Lucky Hills in Westchester, a racing stable—do you think he'd let you go on sitting on that stool breathing creation or ...
“Nor can I. Report to her and tell her to return to the beach. Escort her. Return this evening. If you're anchored here you'll badger me and we'll squabble. Tomorrow we'll do something, I don't know what.” I objected.
On Cramer's hands the skin follows the line of the bones, whereas on Stebbins' hands you have to take the bones for granted, and presumably they are like that all over, though I have never played with them on the beach and so can't ...
and selected a palm beach for the day's apparel. Down in the kitchen Fritz was puffing, having just returned from delivering Wolfe's breakfast tray to his room on the second floor. Glancing over the Times as I sat negotiating with my ...
“Pretend you're at the beach or a pool. Do you want me to peel you? Don't think I wouldn't.” “We have no key,” Mrs. Oliver said. She was easy to look away from, with her flabby jowl and little yellow eyes set deep. “The maidletus in.
The horse-laugh he'll get over this will be heard at Bath Beach. Does he think Nero Wolfe is simple enough to try to hide a woman under his bed? Go on and finish your button-button-who's-got-the-button and get the hell out of here.
One of my men found Storrs' secretary down at Long Beach, and she says she didn't hear any of the talk with Zimmerman yesterday morning, and no one else could have.” Sherwood nodded. “I got it on the phone from your office.
The News came out ahead on shots of Susan Brooke, with one in a bikini on a Puerto Rico beach, but the Gazette had the best one of Dunbar Whipple. Handsome and jaunty. I wasn't surprised when, at 6:05 Thursday afternoon, ...
The horse-laugh he'll get over this will be heard at Bath Beach. Does he think Nero Wolfe is simple enough to try to hide a woman under his bed? Go on and finish your button-button-who's-got-the-button and get the hell out of here.
“ Every day about three in the afternoon , Harvey Bettinjohn goes down to the Long Beach wharves and spends an hour watching the ships . He started as a stevedore , bought a boat of his own , and parlayed it into a fleet .
The evening festivities were graced with the presence of Phyllis White, widow of Anthony Boucher, and the principal guest speaker, Walter B. Gibson (a.k.a. Maxwell Grant) , whori fate had singled out to present to an unsuspecting world ...
“Yes, so don't send Gibson. He'll probably be moving around, so they should have a car. Step on it, will you?” I hung up, because I was through and also because Corrigan had already started to move around. He was heading for the door.
"The Spawn of the Shadow", which was supposed to be a panel discussion by Lin Carter, Walter Gibson, Ron Gou- lart, and Steranko, ended up being a nostalgic trip into the days of the pulps by Walter Gibson, introduced and commented on ...
Or a Gibson?” “Onion?” “No. No, thank you. But double?” I went to the kitchen for the ingredients and ice. As I stirred I was thinking that if she was hoping for any cooperation from Wolfe it was too bad she had asked for gin, ...
Or a Gibson?” “Onion?” “No. No, thank you. But double?” I went to the kitchen for the ingredients and ice. As I stirred I was thinking that if she was hoping for any cooperation from Wolfe it was too bad she had asked for gin, ...