The Final Page

Transcribe. Ladies and gentlemen, the ringing of that phone bell brings you a mystery adventure. Miro Wolf's office, aren't you good when speaking? What? Oh, Fritz, yeah, I thought it was the outside line. Yeah? Yes, thanks, I'll be right down, Fritz.

Boss, Mr. Wolf, will you please hurry? You're well aware that there will be a way of nothing to hurry me? Why, Mr. Wir be in such a rush today? But the car, it's downstairs waiting.

Fritz is all ready. Let him wait. Isn't it enough that I have agreed against my better judgment to leave the comforts of home to go rushing through the crashing traffic of the city? To a dinner?

That should be an inducement. Fritz could have prepared a delicious dinner. He has truffles in the pantry. Why did you promise Arthur Merle? You didn't have to accept the invitation. Right, so he's an old friend.

Besides, he does set an excellent table. It's just that I don't like the traffic. Traffic. I know why. It's that awful oxygen in the atmosphere outside. not the traffic. Archie, you are talking much too much.

I know boss, I'm impatient. Would you mind giving me some slight indication that you intend to move from that chair? Just as soon as I finish this beer. Sure you wouldn't care for half a dozen sandwiches before we go to dinner?

If we were going anywhere other than to author Meryl's, I'd agree with you. He's the only person in the world I know of except myself of course, who has a proper appreciation and respect for the author preparing good food.

Ladies and gentlemen, it's that renowned genius who is the bulkiest, bocchiest, most ponderous, and most brilliant detective in the world. Yes, none other than that chair-borne mass of unpredictable intellect, Nirowool, created by Rex Stout and brought to you in a new series of adventures over this NBC network in the person of Mr. Sidney Greenstreet.