Bitter End (The First Nero Wolfe Novella)

by Rex Stout

Since the phone conversation was none of my business, I stood and listened to it,

The ex-pug actually put his hand on my arm. It was all I could do to keep from measuring one of the rugs with him.

While we were waiting for Carrie Murphy to come, I went to the kitchen and had a glass of milk and tried to cheer Fritz up by telling him that grippe often leaves people so that they can’t taste anything.