Just re-read it and of course loved it. The irrepressible Lord Ickenham is a hoot, never letting circumstances defeat him because he knows a bald-faced lie trumps anything, especially among the dim-witted inhabitants of Blanding Castle. It had been so long since I'd read it, I had forgotten Horace Davenport dressed as a Zulu warrior and the altercation caused by his errant assagai. Such fun!