conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first three paragraphs for a story with the title 'The Final Deduction'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Final Deduction
  He had been the only winner last night besides Saul. "I wouldn't want to strap you," I said. "A dime would see me through the week. But first, what about Jimmy Vail?"
  I stood up. "Okay, that's it. I've got to go. If your sheet prints even a hint of it before I give the word, I'll write a letter to the editor and feed your eyes to the cat. If and when I give the word, there is to be no mention of Nero Wolfe or me. If it breaks, about the kidnaping, before I give the word, you'll still be out in front with a lot of facts the others won't have. I'll be seeing you."
  I went. Out to the elevator, down to the lobby, out to the sidewalk; and I started walking again. A taxi wouldn't have been much quicker, and I preferred to be on my feet. Down Lexington Avenue to 35th Street, and crosstown to the old brownstone. I mounted the stoop, let myself in with my key, put my coat on a hanger, and went to the office. Wolfe was at his desk, pouring beer.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me two more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A muscle at the side of the lawyer's neck was twitching. "Are you saying," he demanded, "that you uttered that slander, knowing it was false, merely to coerce me to come here so you could see me?"
  A corner of Wolfe's mouth went up a sixteenth of an inch. "That's quite a question. I uttered no slander, because what I said was true. I haven't coerced you; you are under no constraint; if you don't want to be here, go. Has Mr. Purcell told you what led me to the conclusion that Mr. Vail was murdered?"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last two paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: She not only wasn't dead within the hour; she's not dead yet. That was three months ago, and last week a jury of eight men and four women stayed hung for fifty-two hours and then gave up. It stood seven for conviction of first-degree murder and five for acquittal. Whether this report gets published or not depends on the jury at the second trial. If it hangs too, or acquits, the script will have to go into a locked drawer in my room, with several others to keep it company.
  If you care about whether I took another trip to White Plains, I did—Tuesday noon, escorted by Ben Dykes. By then Mrs. Vail had been taken to the District Attorney's office, but everyone was too busy to worry about me. I was out on bail by five o'clock, but I had had my fingerprints taken for the nineteenth time. It took a week before the charge was quashed, and the cost of the bail cut Wolfe's hundred grand down to $99,925. Even so, I'm having plenty of time to go for walks, getting angles on people and things. Having reached that bracket by the first of May, Wolfe relaxed and has stayed relaxed. If you offered him ten thousand bucks to detect who swiped your hat at a cocktail party yesterday he wouldn't even bother to glare at you.