Nero Wolfe and The Newspaper Folded Twice

Chapter One: The Corner That Would Not Lie The morning began with a complaint so small it sounded foolish even to the man who made it, and by the time he finished stating it he looked as if he would like to swallow it back down with a glass of water and a clean conscience. He was a publisher. They often are, in our line of work. Publishers are forever getting tangled in the loose threads other people leave on the floor, and then they are offended when they trip.