conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the first five paragraphs for a book with the title 'The Second Confession'?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Second Confession
  When the phone rang again a little before lunchtime I took it for granted it was one of them, so instead of using my formula I merely said, "Yep?"
  I swiveled and dialed. In a moment a pleasant feminine voice was in my ear. Its being pleasant was a shock, and also I was a little self-conscious, conversing for the first time with a female Commie, so I said, "My name's Goodwin, comrade. Is Mr. Harvey there? Mr. Nero Wolfe would like to speak to him."
  I waited. Accustomed to holding the wire while a switchboard girl or secretary saw, I leaned back and got comfortable, but it wasn't long before a man told me he was Harvey. I signaled to Wolfe and stayed on myself.
  That wait was longer. Wolfe sat patiently with the receiver at his ear, and I did likewise. In three or four minutes he started to frown, and by the time Harvey's voice came again he was tapping the arm of his chair with a forefinger.
  I hung up and asked Wolfe, "Does Mr. Jones always talk with that funny squeak? And did 'rectangle' mean merely that the letter from a friend had been received? Or something more, such as which commissars had read it?"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know another paragraph?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: After that beginning it was only natural that no one felt like having a slice of cheese or a handful of nuts. I didn't blame any of them, least of all William Reynolds. Several of them made noises, and Sperling and Paul Emerson both said something, but I didn't catch either of them because Gwenn's voice, clear and strong but with a tremble under it, came from behind my back.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the last five paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Section One became public the first week in July, when it was announced that Paul Emerson's contract was not being renewed. I happened to know about it in advance because I was in the office when, one day the preceding week, James U. Sperling phoned Wolfe to say that the Continental Mines Corporation was grateful to him for removing a Communist tumor from its internal organs and would be glad to pay a bill if he sent one. Wolfe said he would like to send a bill but didn't know how to word it, and Sperling asked him why. Because, Wolfe said, the bill would ask for payment not in dollars but in kind. Sperling wanted to know what he meant.
  The tail's second section, private, was also in the form of a phone call, some weeks later. Just yesterday, the day after Webster Kane, alias William Reynolds, was sentenced on his conviction for the first degree murder of Louis Rony, I put the receiver to my ear and once more heard a hard cold precise voice that used only the best grammar. I told Wolfe who it was and he got on.
  But one came the very next day, this morning, when the package arrived, and its contents raised a question that has not been answered and probably never will be. Did X have so many ways of learning things that he knew how much had been shelled out to Mr. Jones, or was it just a coincidence that the package contained exactly fifteen grand? Anyhow, tomorrow I'll make my second trip to a certain city in New Jersey, and then the total in the safe deposit box will be a nice round figure. The name I go by there need not be told, but I can say that it is not William Reynolds.
  The tail's third section is not only private but strictly personal, and it goes beyond phone calls, though there are those too. This coming weekend at Stony Acres I expect no complications like dope in the drinks, and I won't have to bother with a camera. Recently I quit calling her ma'am.
  Now, for the first time ever, enjoy a peek into the life of Nero Wolfe's creator, Rex Stout, courtesy of the Stout Estate. Pulled from Rex Stout's own archives, here are rarely seen, never-before-published memorabilia. Each title in "The Rex Stout Library" will offer an exclusive look into the life of the man who gave Nero Wolfe life.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Each title in "The Rex Stout Library" will offer an exclusive look into the life of the man who gave Nero Wolfe life.. Pulled from Rex Stout's own archives, here are rarely seen, never-before-published memorabilia.
  Now, for the first time ever, enjoy a peek into the life of Nero Wolfe's creator, Rex Stout, courtesy of the Stout Estate. Recently I quit calling her ma'am. This coming weekend at Stony Acres I expect no complications like dope in the drinks, and I won't have to bother with a camera.
  The tail's third section is not only private but strictly personal, and it goes beyond phone calls, though there are those too. The name I go by there need not be told, but I can say that it is not William Reynolds. Jones, or was it just a coincidence that the package contained exactly fifteen grand? Anyhow, tomorrow I'll make my second trip to a certain city in New Jersey, and then the total in the safe deposit box will be a nice round figure. Did X have so many ways of learning things that he knew how much had been shelled out to Mr.
  But one came the very next day, this morning, when the package arrived, and its contents raised a question that has not been answered and probably never will be. I told Wolfe who it was and he got on. Just yesterday, the day after Webster Kane, alias William Reynolds, was sentenced on his conviction for the first degree murder of Louis Rony, I put the receiver to my ear and once more heard a hard cold precise voice that used only the best grammar.
  The tail's second section, private, was also in the form of a phone call, some weeks later. Sperling wanted to know what he meant. Because, Wolfe said, the bill would ask for payment not in dollars but in kind. Wolfe said he would like to send a bill but didn't know how to word it, and Sperling asked him why. Sperling phoned Wolfe to say that the Continental Mines Corporation was grateful to him for removing a Communist tumor from its internal organs and would be glad to pay a bill if he sent one. I happened to know about it in advance because I was in the office when, one day the preceding week, James U.Section One became public the first week in July, when it was announced that Paul Emerson's contract was not being renewed