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Nero Wolfe: The Dickinson Thing: Chapter Fourteen

The Dickinson Thing
A Nero Wolfe Mystery
Emmanuel John Winner
A tribute to Rex Stout

Chapter Fourteen

Rider’s office reflected his promotion. Although small, it did have a window, open blinds hanging in front of it. 3,171 more words

Detective

Nero Wolfe: The Dickinson Thing: Chapter Thirteen

The Dickinson Thing
A Nero Wolfe Mystery
Emmanuel John Winner
A tribute to Rex Stout

Chapter Thirteen

The next morning at eleven o’clock, armed with instructions from Wolfe, I entered the offices of the Cosglow Advertising Agency in the building on Fourth Avenue. 3,267 more words

Detective

Nero Wolfe: The Dickinson Thing: Chapter Twelve

The Dickinson Thing
A Nero Wolfe Mystery
Emmanuel John Winner
A tribute to Rex Stout

Chapter Twelve

If I had known exactly what Wolfe’s plans were for catching the Midnight Runner, I would have been much less excited about the pending reward for it, but at the time… but I’m getting ahead of myself. 1,233 more words

Detective

Nero Wolfe: The Dickinson Thing: Chapter Eleven

The Dickinson Thing
A Nero Wolfe Mystery
Emmanuel John Winner
A tribute to Rex Stout

Chapter Eleven

Sunday morning, I finally got most of my typing chores done.  5,025 more words

Detective

Nero Wolfe: The Dickinson Thing: Chapter Ten

The Dickinson Thing
A Nero Wolfe Mystery
Emmanuel John Winner
A tribute to Rex Stout

Chapter Ten

The little guy at the door, with the ears almost too big and the nose that was certainly too big, was Saul Panzer. 2,154 more words

Detective

Nero Wolfe: The Dickinson Thing: Chapter Nine

The Dickinson Thing
A Nero Wolfe Mystery
Emmanuel John Winner
A tribute to Rex Stout

Chapter Nine

After a dinner Wolfe had to agree was decidedly edible, and a lecture on the history of Belgium’s colonization of the Congo, we returned to the office. 3,639 more words

Detective

Nero Wolfe: The Dickinson Thing: Chapter Eight

The Dickinson Thing
A Nero Wolfe Mystery
Emmanuel John Winner
A tribute to Rex Stout

Chapter Eight

Flagging a cab in Harlem can really prove hit or miss, mostly miss, and I didn’t feel the need to walk down to 89th Street like Ames had, so finally I took the subway. 1,166 more words

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