Death on Deadline (Nero Wolfe)
The chief shareholder in the New York Gazette was appalled when family divisons made it seem inevitable that the paper would fall prey to a marauding tycoon. Her death looked like suicide, but Wolfe thought differently. As usual, he was right.
campaign for the Senate or House of Representatives in that period, his papers have endorsed the Republican. Again, each of you will attach your own degree of significance to the above information, which can be documented. But I suggest that you buy a copy of any of his publications at an out-of-town newspaper stand. His United States papers are the Los Angeles Globe-American, Detroit Star, and Denver Times-Arrow. His Canadian paper, the Toronto Banner, also may be available. You will find them
developments.” He hefted his bulk upright and dipped his chin a full half-inch. For him, that’s a flourish. In one of those fluid motions I would have expected from a woman forty years younger, Harriet Haverhill rose, and Elliot Dean scrambled to his feet, clearing his throat and tugging on his school tie. “Thank you very much for your time,” she said to Wolfe. “I would appreciate knowing what Mr. MacLaren has to say tonight.” “It’s very possible he will tell you himself when you meet with him
to call you this morning,” he answered. “I finally got Elliot last night, and as I predicted when I was at your place, he groused for a while, but I finally wore him down. He says Tuesday would be best for him, in the afternoon.” I thanked Bishop for his trouble and kept wrestling with the bank statement and my own figures. They showed a discrepancy of $103.50, with my numbers adding up to the larger balance. Just before eleven, I finally found the error in addition I’d been making and was
of planes to Savannah. From there, a rental car to the island, maybe an hour’s drive.” He shuddered. For him, a ten-minute trip in a car, even with me behind the wheel, is cause for trauma. The thought of someone voluntarily riding in two airplanes and then driving an automobile all on the same day is unthinkable. “All right,” he said after sucking in a bushel of air. “Get Saul. See if he can make the trip down and back tomorrow. I’ll want to talk to him before he leaves.” “And what if he
know how they caught wind of it, but they called our chairman, Harriet Haverhill, and asked her to respond to MacLaren’s statement that he was making an offer for Gazette stock. She gave them a ‘no comment,’ then called the city desk to alert them, and we really had to scramble to get something into tonight’s Final.” “Indeed?” Wolfe said. “Mr. Cohen, with your sufferance, I would like to defer the subject of Ian MacLaren until after dinner. I assure you I’m most interested in hearing about him,