"The new stories run true to formula, which for fans is a primary pleasure. Nero Wolfe's lips push in and out, in and out, when he is in the throes of revelation. Archie ogles the girls and is innocently narcissistic about his build and his dancing. Inspector Cramer gets red in the face. And Archie, when all labors are done, goes off to relax with Lily Rowan, leaving the reader in a speculative glow as to the raptures involved. Mr. Stout could perform a great public service by being more, specific about this delectable creature's ad-dress. She lives somewhere in the East Seventies. But he is too cagey."
From the New York Times, May 28, 1964.
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