'Go to the country, breathe pure air, go to bed early and get plenty of exercise. If you do not do this, I cannot answer for the consequences.' On doctor's orders Wooster withdraws to the country, there to lead the quiet martini-less life, to sleep the sleep of the just in Maiden Eggesford. The air is nimble, the countryside appealing, and only the presence of the irrepressible aunt Dahlia shatters the rustic peace. As always with aunt Dahlia, an 'imbroglio' develops - destined to be famous down the long years as the Maiden Eggesford Horror or The Case of The Cat Which Kept Popping Up When Least Expected. For however generous or kind-hearted they may be, there is one thing that can be said of aunts as a class: they are not gentlemen.