A young man and a young woman infiltrate Blandings and compete to steal a priceless scarab Emsworth has absently walked off with, while the family conspires to marry the Hon. Freddie off. But another man loves her, and schemes to win her.
Though inchoate in ways (Emsworth is capable of a coherent speech now and then, and is utterly pigless; there's a lot of detailed class structure), this first Blandings novel starts off in fine form: The Efficient Baxter is thought mad, Emsworth is potty, and impostors are all over the place. And true love wins out in the end. Great stuff, the crown jewel of which is the scene in which Baxter is found by the whole house rolling in broken china, a tongue sandwich in his hand, in the middle of the night. Emsworth's rebuke is priceless.