A miscellany of Mulliner stories, written during the '30's and '40's, almost by themselves -- ""The stuff came pouring out as if somebody had turned a tap."" Mr. Mulliner, if you recall, supplied homiletic accounts of the patrons of Anglers Rest, many of them all unaware of or un-shriven by the pangs of love. Among the faint hearts emboldened there are young Algernon, a master at imitating a hen laying an egg; J. Bashford Braddock who buys spiked trampling shoes for his erstwhile fiancee's successor; Cyril whose rival killed a lion with a sardine opener, etc. etc. And there are spells -- a writer of sensational mysteries is pursued by the astral pen of an aunt -- or the haunting-household presence which causes an animal lover to drum on helpless rats with parasols, and, and, and. Ail of them will be welcome revenants.