A thick and tightly interwoven plot, or rather, several plots, all of which feature a silver cow creamer at the centre. Sir Watkyn is a former judge, the same one who once fined Wooster for pinching a policeman’s helmet on boat race night. Sir Watkyn is also father to the very sappy and insipid Madeline who, though engaged to Gussie Fink-Nottle, believes that Wooster loves her deeply and has consented to marry him if things don’t work out with Gussie.
Enter the silver cow creamer, an antique sought by Wooster’s uncle Tom, but now in the possession of Sir Watkyn. Wooster’s aunt Dahlia charges him with pinching the cow creamer. Wooster invites himself over to Sir Watkyn’s estate to both pinch the said antique, and also smooth things over in the Basset - Fink-Nottle romance. More characters and objets d’art enter the fray, all of which seems to be centered around the cow creamer.
Not all of Jeeves’ clever solutions work out, or at least, work out for Wooster. A fascist, a curate, a policeman, a notebook full of insults and a strict code to not let his pals down all build up to a climax which sees Wooster imprisoned in a room for… stealing a helmet. Again.
A bundle of laughs from start to finish, the book is quintessential Wodehouse, chock full of his signature wit and charm. The light-hearted tome will have the reader screaming with mirth with every twist. An absolute must read, there are no two ways about it.