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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Stout, Rex
  • Author:  Stout, Rex
  • ISBN-10:  0553763024
  • ISBN-10:  0553763024
  • ISBN-13:  9780553763027
  • ISBN-13:  9780553763027
  • Publisher:  Bantam
  • Publisher:  Bantam
  • Pages:  240
  • Pages:  240
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-May-1995
  • Pub Date:  01-May-1995
  • SKU:  0553763024-11-MPOD
  • SKU:  0553763024-11-MPOD
  • Item ID: 100162875
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Someone has been doctoring the gourmet appetizers at family-run Tingley’s Titbits. And when old man Tingley meets a sudden end, suspicion falls on a gorgeous young detective whose fingerprints are on the knife. Moved by feminine beauty and professional courtesy, Tecumseh Fox takes the case, only to find he’s got more on his plate than he bargained for. Suddenly he has enough suspects to fill a fair-sized cocktail party. On the menu are corporate pirates, crackpot economics, a license plate that doesn’t exist, and a phone conversation with a dead man. Now it’s up to Fox to provide the missing ingredient in this smorgasbord of absurdity: a cold-blooded killer.Rex Stout(1886–1975) wrote dozens of short stories, novellas, and full-length mystery novels, most featuring his two indelible characters, the peerless detective Nero Wolfe and his handy sidekick, Archie Goodwin.Chapter 1
 
Amy Duncan said to herself, aloud, in a tone of withering sarcasm, “Heaven protect the poor working girl! I’ll go get me a job at the five and ten, something decent and domestic like the kitchenware counter. Wah!”
 
She squeezed the rinse water from the stockings she had been washing, hung them in a neat row along the shower-curtain rail, dried her hands, and left the bathroom to enter the modest little living room of the apartment on Grove Street which she shared with a friend. Facing south, it was often a cheerful little room with the sun slanting in through the two windows, but now the dim November gloom of an overcast day was no more cheerful than she was. As she picked up her watch from the table at one end of the sofa and fastened it to her wrist, she frowned at it. It said twelve o’clock, and since her lunch engagement at the Churchill with the man who either was or wasn’t trying to blackmail Mrs. V. A. Grimsby was for one o’clock, and it would take only twenty minutes to get there, and she inlc4
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