The League of Frightened Men (Nero Wolfe)
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Paul Chapin's college cronies never forgave themselves for the prank that crippled their friend. Yet with Harvard days behind them, they thought they were forgiven -- until a class reunion ends in a fatal fall. This league of frightened men seeks Nero Wolfe's help. But are Wolfe's brilliance and Archie's tenacity enough to outwit a most cunning killer?
my fees I shall have earned them. Your friend Mr. Chapin is a man of quality." Cabot nodded. "Paul Chapin is a distorted genius." "All genius is distorted. Including my own. But so for that matter is all life; a mad and futile ferment of substances meant originally to occupy space without disturbing it. But alas, here we are in the I thick of the disturbance, and the only way that has occurred to us to make it tolerable is to join in and raise all the hell our ingenuity may suggest. – How did
hand on the desk to steady himself, and with his right hand he lifted his stick up, pointing it in front of him like a rapier, and gently let its tip come to rest on the surface of the desk. He slid the tip along until it was against the side of the box, and then pushed, not in a hurry, just a steady push. The box moved, approached the edge, kept going, and tumbled to the floor. It bounced a little and rolled towards my feet. j Chapin retrieved his stick and got his weight on it again. He didn't
not in the expectation of getting any dope, since she • would let us know if she got any kind of I news, but because she was my client and you've got to keep reminding your clients you're on the job. She was beginning to sound pretty sick on the telephone, and I hardly had the heart to try to buck her up, but I made a few passes at it. Among other weak stabs I made that Friday afternoon was a visit to the office of Ferdinand Bowen the stockbroker. Hibbard had an account with Galbraith Bowen
talking about your soul."; "Was I? Yes. To you, Mr. Goodwin. I could not speak about it to my friend, Alice – I tried but nothing came. Wasn't I saying that I don't want Paul Chapin punished? Perhaps that's wrong, perhaps I ^, do want him punished, but not crudely by r killing him. What have I in my mind? What is in my heart? God knows. But I started to answer your questions when you said something – something about his punishment -" I nodded. ‹I said he shouldn't get more than is coming to
they weren't sure when he would. So I went to the kitchen and took my time with the casserole and accessories. Of course the murder of Dr. Burton was front page in both papers. I read the pieces through and enjoyed them very much. Then I went to the garage and got the roadster and moseyed downtown. Cramer was in his office when I got |there, and didn't keep me waiting. He was smoking a big cigar and looked contented. I sat down and listened to him discussing with a couple of dicks the best way