This collection of short stories is early Wodehouse (published in 1917). Sir Pelham had not yet fallen into his predictable and enjoyable formula from which we have derived so much pleasure. These were a little different. The humor is a little understated compared to, say, those involving Bertie Wooster's relatives. And, consequently, I think his writing is actually a little better because of it. I highly recommend this one.
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