Bertie Wooster was indignantand with reason. The neighbors had dared to make a fuss about the assiduous practicing of his beloved banjolele. But a further blow was to come. If, said Jeeves, it is really your intention to continue playing that instrument, I have no option but to leave. Haughtily rejecting this ultimatum, Bertie sought refuge in a cottage owned by his buddy, Lord Chuffington. But the peace and quiet were rudely shattered by the arrival of Pauline Stokerto whom he was once unnervingly engagedand her formidable father, who saw in Bertie a pestilential suitor barmy to the core.