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Название книги: Nero Wolfe 01 - Fer-de-Lance
Автор(ы): Rex Stout
Жанр: Детектив
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Nero-Wolfe-01-Fer-de-Lance-192200.html
CHAPTER 1
There was no reason why I shouldn't have been sent for the beer that day, for the last ends of the Fairmont National Bank case had been gathered in the week before and there was nothing for me to do but errands, and Wolfe never hesitated about running me down to Murray Street for a can of shoe-polish if he happened to need one. But it was Fritz who was sent for the beer. Right after lunch his bell called him up from the kitchen before he could have got the dishes washed, and after getting his orders he went out and took the roadster which we always left parked in front. An hour later he was back, with the rumble seat piled high with baskets filled with bottles. Wolfe was in the office--as he and I called it, Fritz called it the library--and I was in the front room reading a book on gunshot wounds which I couldn't make head or tail of, when I glanced through the window and saw Fritz pull up at the curb. It was a good excuse to stretch my legs, so I went out and helped him unload an
Название книги: Nero Wolfe 01 - Fer-de-Lance
Автор(ы): Rex Stout
Жанр: Детектив
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Nero-Wolfe-01-Fer-de-Lance-192200.html
CHAPTER 1
There was no reason why I shouldn't have been sent for the beer that day, for the last ends of the Fairmont National Bank case had been gathered in the week before and there was nothing for me to do but errands, and Wolfe never hesitated about running me down to Murray Street for a can of shoe-polish if he happened to need one. But it was Fritz who was sent for the beer. Right after lunch his bell called him up from the kitchen before he could have got the dishes washed, and after getting his orders he went out and took the roadster which we always left parked in front. An hour later he was back, with the rumble seat piled high with baskets filled with bottles. Wolfe was in the office--as he and I called it, Fritz called it the library--and I was in the front room reading a book on gunshot wounds which I couldn't make head or tail of, when I glanced through the window and saw Fritz pull up at the curb. It was a good excuse to stretch my legs, so I went out and helped him unload an
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