Party For Death

Ladies and gentlemen, the ringing of that phone bell brings you mystery adventure. Narrow Wolf's office, Archie Goodwin speaking. No, I'm sorry, Mr. Wolf is busy planning a menu. I'll see if he can talk to you.

What's the name again? You want to talk to a dame named Mrs. Collins? Hang on, Archie. Do we know Mrs. Collins? No. I don't suppose you care, but I think her voice is very charming.

Darkness? Every female has a charming voice to you. Hang up. Okay. I'm sorry Mrs. Collins, but at the moment Mr. Wolf is too involved with his digestive system to be interrupted. However, if I may introduce myself, Archie Goodwin, Mr. Wolf's assistant, if I can be of any help?

Archie. Yes, Mrs. Collins, I'll ask you. Cocktail party. Hang up Archie. Mrs. Collins, I'm afraid it would be better if you didn't expect Mr. Wolf. Goodbye. Cocktails, boy. Sad, primitive, sad. She says you promised to come to her cocktail party and why aren't you there?

Because you are going to attend the cook-tail party and the probable unpleasant Andy. Ladies and gentlemen, it's that genius who is the bulkiest, bulkiest, the most ponderous and most brilliant detective in the world. Yes, none other than that chair-borne mass of unpredictable intellect, Nero Will, created by Rex Stout and brought to you in a new series of adventures of this NBC Network

in the person of Mr. Sidney Green Street. Mr. Wolf and I refer to this as the case of the party for death. Niero Wolf really should have gone to the party since he had accepted but I was delegated.

I can't complain now since it was there that I met Georgia. The most beautiful redhead. Well, that's my weakness, redheads. Yeah, blondes and brunettes. Well, anyway, Mr. Wolf was adamant about going to the party.