The Wasps Nest

Landlord Arthur Nunn was a sure man with thinning white hair and well-tuned cigar. If I needed anything he said he'd be in flat one where I lived. He advised the other tenants to stay out of the building while I was dealing with the wasps, but he just grunted and told me again that he was a good person. None of this changed the job I had to do so I figured I'd start off like any other wasps nest and see if it worked. The weird nest thing was letting out a long, warbling cry of anger and pain.