Another Wodehouse book that begins with one narrator and then jumps horses mid-stream, never to return. In fact, the original main character never resurfaces again, except in infrequent letters. But the replacement narrator, Peter Burns, is likable and fun. He takes a job posing as a schoolmaster (so this is a bit of a school story, but not from a boy's point of view), trying to kidnap the obnoxious son of American millionaires (the prototype to the child actor in Laughing Gas, I imagine). Several American gangsters are also out to nab the eponymous kid, which allows for a lot of the type of humor found in Big Money and Psmith, Journalist. And what's more, there is no cricket to be seen.
Rating: six out of seven giant inflatable monkeys.