I read this for the 2015 Cloak and Dagger Mystery Reading Challenge
And Be a Villain
– Rex Stout, 1948
Madeline Fraser, with her silver voice and charming
manner, became a radio favorite in late 1940s Manhattan. On air one early April
day, however, her guests toasted each other with a glass of Hi-Spot, “the soft
drink you dream of.” Then, suddenly to everybody’s shock and horror, one of the
guests gagged and keeled over dead. The smell of bitter almonds said “cyanide”
to the doctors. And “murder” to Lt. Cramer of the Homicide Bureau.
But for a week the cops have gotten nowhere.
Private eye Nero Wolfe, whose curiosity in the case was piqued
by the papers, decides to take the case. The more compelling reason, his
assistant Archie Goodwin points out in his witty narration, lies in the grim
necessity of paying Wolfe’s tax bill of $20,000 (in today’s money, about $197K)
to the IRS.
While Wolfe tricks the Police Department into doing most
of the legwork, he sends Archie out on assignments related to both the business
side and detecting side of the agency. The slow progress of the case tries
Archie’s patience. So he needles Wolfe in his subtle way.
"I have to talk with that
girl. Go and bring her."
I had known it was coming. "Conscious?" I asked casually.
"I said with her, not to her. She must be able to talk. You could revive her after you get her here. I should have sent you in the first place, knowing how you are with young women."
"Thank you very much. She's not a young woman, she's a minor. She wears socks."
"Archie."
"Yes, sir."
"Get her."
I had known it was coming. "Conscious?" I asked casually.
"I said with her, not to her. She must be able to talk. You could revive her after you get her here. I should have sent you in the first place, knowing how you are with young women."
"Thank you very much. She's not a young woman, she's a minor. She wears socks."
"Archie."
"Yes, sir."
"Get her."
The young woman turns out to be a quintessential
bobby-soxer, dazzled by celebrity and tossing out slang that the word-loving
Stout obviously enjoys parodying. “Mellow greetings, yookie dookie!” All of the
characters, in fact, are well drawn.
To my mind, the post-WWII Wolfe novels are among the
best, neither too long nor too convoluted or far-fetched. Unlike the first
half-dozen or so Wolfe novels, there are no slow spots. Mystery critics Barzun and Taylor
selected this one as one of four best Wolfe novels.