Bill (Lord) Rowcester was well and truly in the gumbo. With the benefit of hindsight he could see that setting himself up as a Silver Ring bookie might not have been his smartest move ever. Particularly when being down on his dibbs threatens his oncoming nuptials with the sterling Jill Wyvern. Lucky for Bill he had the land-lease of Jeeves. Lucky indeed that the fish-fed mastermind’s formidable genius was at liberty to take a header into such teasers as borrowing the stellar Mrs. Spottsworth’s pendent for an hour or three or overseeing the added ingredients of Abbey’s Derby Dinner, to say nothing of his lordship’s mauve pajamas.