Calculated Risk

Ladies and gentlemen, the ringing of that phone bell means mystery adventure. Mero Wolf's office, Archie Goodwin speaking. Mr. Wolf? Yeah, he's right here. Who's this? Archie, hang up, don't ask questions. You have a while?

Archie, it's past your bedtime. Well, I'm afraid Mr. Wolf, it's past his bedtime. Your bedtime? It's a client boss. That's what I was afraid of. Foodie. Hello? Hello? Well, why do you look so bewildered?

He's coming right over. He says he's got a date with murder. The detective genius who rates the knife and forth the greatest tools ever invented by man. The pounders brilliant and unpredictable, neurowool, created by Rex Stauv and brought to you in a new series of adventures over this NBC network in the person of Mr. Sydney

Green Street. Tonight's story, the case of the calculated risk, was as strange and baffling as any Nero wolf had to deal with. It started like one night when a big-shouldered man sporting a reddish beard and billing himself as Dave Capri pushed his way in, walked up to Nero Wolf's desk, and rocked him with his

opener. Tomorrow morning, Mr. Wolf, I'm going to kill a man. How big are parents? I'm going to kill a man with these two hands. I've been dosed for three things across this desk, Mr. Capri.

This is the first time a murderer has confided his intention to me in advance. This man used to be like... I'm not telling you his name. I'm not telling you where I'm going to meet him.

This session tomorrow is going to be private in person. But if anything happens to me between now and then, I want you to take over. Mr. Gafford, you seriously think I could assist you in a matter of private vengeance?