Phantom Fingers

Ladies and gentlemen, the ringing of that phone bell means mystery, adventure. Narrow wool, Sarves, aren't you good when speaking? What? You're expecting Mr. Woolford's your place in three hours? Your place is where? Yes, well I'm expecting a heady Lamar in fifteen minutes.

Yeah, but Mr. Woolford's both out of luck. Ah, Gee, where do you bam, anyhow? There's a character on the phone who's laboring under the naive delusion that you're about to make a trip up state.

His name? Finley, he said. Isn't that case? He's quite correct. Yeah, he's quite good, yeah. Yes, Mr. Finley. Mr. Wolf will be there. Yeah, goodbye. As you need some beer, are you? The bottle opener's in the right hand drawer.

Thank you. What one of us needs is a psychiatrist. You're voluntarily leaving your happy home, exposing yourself to the elements, and trusting your only life to a savage automobile? I am. Ho, ho, ho. Somebody's offered you the United States Treasury, yes?

Mr. Finlay happens to grow orchids. Among them he has developed a plant possessing spurred the Billy. I have an opportunity to purchase a cup of the plants, therefore... I don't believe it. But Archie, according to the reports I have received, he has produced a strain of black seipropidium.

Oh, well, in that case. But Mr. Wolf, while it's true that black may be the color of your true-loved hair, It is also true that black is the color of funerals. It's the detective genius who writes the knife and port the greatest tools ever invented by a man.

The ponderous, brilliant and unpredictable Nero Wolf, created by Rex Doubt and brought to you in the person of Mr. Sidney Green Street. Beginning of the case of the Phantom Fingers actually had nothing to do with black orchids.