Reckstout's Nero Wolf before I die, a full cast dramatization.

That Monday afternoon in October, life in the office of Nero Wolf, where I work, was getting to be more than I could stand.

What time is it, Archim?

When you asked me five minutes ago, it was 3.25. It is now 3.30.

And when you ask five minutes from now, it will be 3.35. But I won't be here to answer, because I am going out for a walk.

A simple answer would have done, indeed, and it would have been all that was expected.

Oh, boy. My walk will last for half an hour, by which time you will be upstairs with your orchids, which will give me a two-hour break from seeing you in this pitiful state.

I wasn't blaming him. I was merely fed up with him.

You see, it was smack in the middle of a great meet shortage after the war. To my 270-pound posse of meal without meat, was an insult.

He'd got so desperate that he started taking long walks, as, for instance, back and forth between his chair and the bookshelves.

Anyway, I got my coat on and was just reaching for the front door.

Your name is Archim Goodwin. Thanks, how much do I weigh?

Come on out. Guy here in a car wants to see you.

The black Cadillac.

Yeah.

Oh, hold on for a minute.

Who's at the door?

A man with an imbalm face.

What's this? You're taking your gun?

I was asked to step down to the curb and see a man in a car.

I recognized the man, since he is one of our most famous citizens.

The Zit Sioparito.

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