Casebook Of The Black Widowers (The Black Widowers, Book 3)

Casebook Of The Black Widowers (The Black Widowers, Book 3)

Isaac Asimov

Language: English

Pages: 156

ISBN: 0449210863

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

The third in the Black Widowers series, a collection of witty and cleverly concocted conundrums about diverse topics and with enough information given for the dedicated reader to work out the answer before Henry the waiter does so. Once a month the Black Widowers club meets to enjoy good food, fine wine, convivial company - and to entertain a guest.

Each month the guest provides them with a conundrum - a mystery which has so far proved completely baffling.

And so the Black Widowers set to work on the problem - aided and abetted by Henry, their perspicacious waiter, whose powers of deduction never fail to astonish...

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agreeing with us that he was essentially our Russian and not theirs. Too bad, but, of course, from their standpoint he was a traitor. In reverse, we’d have done the same thing.” Avalon said, “Frankly, I would hesitate to trust a traitor. A man who betrays once can betray again.” “Yes,” said Pentili, “and for that reason he never knew anything more than it was considered safe for him to know. Yet I, for one, did trust him. It was always my opinion that he chose us because he came to believe in

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