Nero Wolfe, an avid orchid collector, a great gourmet, a beer lover and a great detective, almost never leaves the house. He unravels all the crimes based on the facts collected by Archie Goodwin, his charming, ironic assistant with an excellent memory. “Introduce yourself, if you please,” I asked purely out of politeness. I came across her photograph in newspapers and magazines a good dozen times, and I saw her in person at the Flamingo and other similar places around the city, so when I went to open it and looked through the one-way glass panel in the door, I recognized it immediately, although She wasn’t dressed elegantly this time either. There was nothing tacky about her tailored brown suit, fur cape, and hundred-dollar pancake hat, and her round white face, too white in daylight, could easily have attracted attention in a restaurant or theater lobby. However, now she looked haggard, and her eyes were red and swollen...”