Vanishing Shells

Ladies and gentlemen, the ringing of that phone bell means mystery, adventure. Nero Wolstavus, aren't you good when speaking? Mr. Wolst? No, he isn't. Huh? Oh, well. For you, maybe he is. I'm not here. Oh, yes, yes, he's always here.

I've gone out. Oh, no. He seldom ever goes out. I won't start on anything tonight. Well, sure, he'd love to start on a case tonight. What's your name? Oh, that's a beautiful name. address I gee it's another woman hang up no no no honest I'm not mister wolf but I'm his agent yeah I'll be right over miss goodbye what's your travel where you going

now she said she's received some threatening notes and she's afraid to leave her hotel so long boss ladies and gentlemen it's that genius who is the bulkiest walkiest most ponderous and most brilliant detective in the world as none other than that chair born mass of unpredictable intellect Niro Wolf, created by Rexstad and brought to you in a new series of adventures over this

NBC network in the person of Mr. Sidney Greenstreet. We prefer to call tonight's story the case of the vanishing shells. It didn't seem to be difficult at first, but well, I'm not a stupid individual, but so often, oh, so often I allow myself to become mesmerized by beautiful women.

Heaven bless him. Doris Moray was such a woman. He found his first late one afternoon about five o'clock, and again at five thirty. Very well, Mr. Goodwin, but I would prefer to see Mr. Wool.

Well, I said I'd be there at six Miss Moray. I don't want to talk any longer on the phone. Please hurry. There's someone at the door. I'll see you in the cocktail line. Six o'clock, that's half an hour. Don't fail.