As expected, there is no wavering of the Craft. Take for example this time-and-story-line capsule: ""It had come on quite suddenly one afternoon when they were sharing a Beef Stew Bette Davis. . . and had grown steadily through the months till now the urge to stroke his butter-colored hair had become almost irresistible."" In no time at all, the butter-colored thatch (Monty) and she with the urge (Sandy), both indentured to movie magnate Llewellyn, collide in the Llewellyn manse together with a formidable spouse, jaunty crooks, a purloined necklace and (via telephone) Monty's dreadful hockey-playing fiancee. The classic Plum pudding -- inimitable and everlasting.