#plot it yourself

Over the years I have chased a lot of wild geese, but that was about the wildest, asking a bunch of strangers about something that maybe didn’t exist, and if it did maybe they had never heard of it, and if one of them had it why should he tell me?

A female voice told me that Mr. Tabb was working and couldn’t be disturbed until one o’clock, and would I leave a message. She seemed surprised and a little indignant that there was anyone on earth who didn’t know that.

Fritz, entering with beer, stopped and looked at me reproachfully. Wolfe quit bellowing as abruptly as he had started, glared at Fritz, and said coldly, 'Take it back. I don't want it.' 'But it will do -- ' 'Take it back.  I shall drink no beer until I get my fingers around that creature's throat.  And I shall eat no meat.' 'But impossible!  The squabs are marinating!' 'Throw them out.' 'Wait a minute,' I objected. 'What about Fritz and Theodore and me?  Okay, Fritz.  We've had a shock.  I shall eat no boiled cucumbers.'