As Wodehouse novels go, this one is mediocre and forgettable. It's the story of Sir James Pitt, a former jewel thief who has inherited a fortune and retired from his life of crime. After making an unfortunate bet that nearly gets him arrested in New York, he returns to England. He longs to find a girl he became enamored with on the ship and, of course there are complications since her father is a retired New York Police Sergeant who has made a fortune through graft. The plot is thin and the characters pretty bland. Not one of Wodehouse's best.
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