Emmanuel Rubin is hosting the Black Widowers—Henry included—in his apartment, and while there vents some of his frustrations associated with living in a large, modern apartment building. One in particular is an annoying hammering sound he can frequently hear and which breaks his concentration when he works. Henry, however, quickly determines that the hammering sound is not at all what it appears and that more than just carpentry is going on here.

This story was originally written for Tales of the Black Widowers, so that readers of the book might see something they had never possibly seen before. Having never lived in New York itself, I might perhaps miss out on some of the nuances of the story—but having lived in apartment complexes, I can appreciate it nonetheless. It’s a clever little story, well done, and fun to read.

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	Tales of the Black Widowers