“He’s rather like a detective story himself,” said Simon, “‘The Case of the Buried Talent.’ I wish I could solve it. I’d so much like to write about him.” I hadn’t known that he wrote. I asked what sort of things. “Oh, critical essays, mostly — just spare-time work. I’ve only had a few things published. Your father’d be a superb subject — if I could find out what monkey-wrench got thrown into his works.” “It would be even better if you could get the monkey-wrench out,” I said. “Well, finding it’s the first step.”
