Please Pass the Guilt

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He grunted — the low brief rumble that isn’t meant to be heard — turned his head to dart a glance at me, and turned back to Dr. Vollmer, who was in the red leather chair facing the end of Wolfe’s desk.

It wasn’t just that he was being asked for a favor. It there was a man alive who could say no to a request for a favor easier than Nero Wolfe, I hadn’t met him. The trouble was that it was Dr. Vollmer, whose house and office was only a few doors away, who had said he wanted one, and the favor score between him and us was close to a tie. So Wolfe was probably going to be stuck, and therefore the grunt.

Vollmer crossed his long, lean legs and rubbed his narrow, lean jaw with a knuckle. “It’s really for a friend of mine,” he said, “a man I would like to oblige. His name is Irwin Ostrow, a psychiatrist — not a Freudian. He’s interested in a new approach to psychiatric therapy, and he’s working at it. Crisis intervention, they call it. I’ll have to explain how it works. It’s based on—”

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