Three at Wolfe's Door Rex Stout Series: Nero Wolfe [33] Published: 1995 Tags: Vintage Mystery
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SUMMARY:
Joining Bantam's successful republications of Rex Stout's classic Nero Wolfe novels comes this amazing triple-play, including a deadly dinner party where five femmes fatales come under suspicion; a wandering cabbie with a comely corpse as a passenger; and a rodeo complete with cowboys, cowgirls and a dead millionaire with a fancy lariat for a necktie.
Three at Wolfe's DoorRex StoutSeries: Nero Wolfe [33] Published: 1995 Tags: Vintage Mystery
Vintage Mysteryttt
SUMMARY:
Joining Bantam's successful republications of Rex Stout's classic Nero Wolfe novels comes this amazing triple-play, including a deadly dinner party where five femmes fatales come under suspicion; a wandering cabbie with a comely corpse as a passenger; and a rodeo complete with cowboys, cowgirls and a dead millionaire with a fancy lariat for a necktie.
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3 at Wolfe's Door
A NERO WOLFE THREESOME
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by REX STOUT
new york The Viking Press
COPYRIGHT ? 1960 BY REX STOUT
PUBLISHED IN 1960 BY THE VIKING PRESS, INC. 625 MADISON AVENUE, NEW YORK 2,2, N.Y.
PUBLISHED IN CANADA BY THE MACMILLAN COMPANY OF CANADA LIMITED
'Method Three for Murder' appeared serially
in The Saturday Evening Post. ? 1960
The Curtis Publishing Company
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
Contents
POISON A LA CARTE 3
METHOD THREE FOR MURDER 61
THE RODEO MURDER 125
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POISON A LA CARTE
I slanted my eyes down to meet her big brown ones, which were slanted up. 'No,' I said, 'I'm neither a producer nor an agent. My name's Archie Goodwin, and I'm here because I'm a friend of the cook. My reason for wanting it is purely personal.'
'I know,' she said, 'it's my dimples. Men often swoon.'
I shook my head. 'It's your earrings. They remind me of a girl I Mice loved in vain. Perha if I get to know you well enough-- who can tell?'
'Not me,' she declared. 'Let me alone. I'm nervous, and I don'r want to spill the soup. The name is Nora Jaret, without an H, and the number is Stanhope five, six-six-two-one. The earrings were a present from Sir Laurence Olivier. I was sitting on his knee.'
I wrote the number down in my notebook, thanked her, and looked around. Most of the collection of attractive young females were gathered in an alcove between two cupboards, but one was over by a table watching Felix stir something in a bowl. Her profile was fine and her hair was the color of corn silk just before it starts to turn. I crossed to her, and when she turned her head I spoke. 'Good evening, Miss-Miss?'
'Annis,' she said. 'Carol Annis.'
