| I was standing there in the office glaring down at the necktie on Nero Wolfe's desk, when the doorbell rang. |
It annoyed me. It annoyed Fritz too when, shortly after four, he came to say he was going shopping and would be gone two hours. His eye caught the tie and fastened on it. His brows went up. "Schlampick," I said. He nodded. "You know my respect and esteem for him. He has great spirit and character, and of course he is a great detective, but there is a limit to the duties of a chef and housekeeper. One must draw the line somewhere." |
| Fritz was humped over with his forehead on the edge of the table. "You're pie-eyed," I said. His head came up. "No, Archie. I have tried, but no." |
I crossed to the stoop and sang out, "Who are you over there? Gillian? Murphy? Come here a minute!" A figure emerged from the shadows across the street. As he crossed the pavement I peered, and as he reached the curb on our side I spoke. "Oh, Wylie. Come on up." |

He stood at the foot of the seven steps. "For what?" he demanded. |
| "I wonder - do you know what I think I need right now? A Coke and rum with some lime and lots of ice. I don't suppose you've got Meyer's?" It seemed to me she was crowding a little, but I said sure, we had everything, and got up to step to Wolfe's desk and ring for Fritz. After Fritz had brought it and she had taken a couple of sips, she murmured something about its being warm and removed the jacket and dropped it on the seat of the red leather chair. |
Then, with her glass in her hand, and sipping intermittently, she moved to my desk for a glance at the germination cards, crossed to the big globe and gave it a gentle spin, and went to the shelves and looked at titles of books. |
She was moving around. I went to the threshold. The suitcase, open on the rack, was three-fourths packed. That girl would have been a very satisfactory traveling companion. Without a glance at me, she finished the suitcase, swift and efficient, and started on the hatbox. "Watch your money," I said. "You have plenty. Don't give it to a stranger to hold."
"Sending little sister off to camp?" she asked, without giving me the eyes. It may have been banter, but it wasn't any too light. |
"Archie." He was gruff. "No man can hold himself accountable for the results of his psychological defects, especially those he shares with all his fellow men, such as lack of omniscience. It is a vulgar fallacy that what you don't know can't hurt you; but it is true that what you don't know can't convict you." |
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"It's still my personal problem. I can get along without omniscience,
but I can't get along with a goddam strangler going around being
grateful to me for sending his victim to him, and I don't intend to try." |
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Cover Art from DVDs of the Dutch Subtitled International Version |
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