The previous reviewer seems rather hesitant in praising "Where There's a Will", doesn't he? With good reason: of the perhaps 30 Nero Wolfe novels or short story collections I have read so far (I'm writing this in Slovakia where most of Stout's books are impossible to get) "Where There's a Will" stands out as Stout's poorest achievement. The novel is so boring it causes you physical pain to get over with it. In "Where There's a Will", Stout pays the price that all extremely prolific writers have to pay: some of their efforts are just unbearable. What's strange, but in a way logical about the novel's failure, is that it's embedded within the body of some of Stout's finest works (as the previous reviewer correctly mentioned): "Too Many Cooks", "The Silent Speaker", "Over My Dead Body" et al. Having immortalized himself by producing those masterpieces, Stout should have taken a break from writing; instead, he chose to pain us with the excruciatingly insipid "Where There's a Will"... But I think that in evaluating a writer one should always only take into account the best that he or she has given us: with Rex Stout, these are at least half a dozen imperishable, classic novels (yes, not so much classic mysteries as classic humorous novels!). Therefore we will gladly forgive Mr. Stout his greatest literary blunder.