The most frequently produced author in City Lit history returns. Monocle-wearing dandy Psmith comes to New York, edits a newspaper, fights organized crime, and loses his hat. Of his efforts, he has this to say: "The work is not light. Sometimes the cry goes round, 'Can Psmith get through it all? Will his strength support his unquenchable spirit?' But I stagger on. I do not repine." The P that begins his name is silent ("as in pshrimp," he helpfully points out), but he himself is not. He is wittily eloquent in any situation, always confident that, as he puts it, "with the aid of the Diplomatic Smile and Honeyed Word I may manage too pull through."