An appealingly droll and suspenseful account of that most demanding of pastimes for professionals and amateurs alike-collecting, in this case a very special item, Wedgwood. The author, a British dealer, became possessed by his occupation as a child when he endlessly admired the Portland vase in the British Museum. His father had advised him to specialize, and specialize he did, though his antique shop did have space for other items. With the intensity and wariness shielded by a feigned indifference or disinterestedness, the marks of a true dealer or collector, he tells of the discovery of Mr. Drage's collection of Wedgwood in an estate to be auctioned. Here is the story of the day of deals- with Abe Sparta, his landlord and a break-down man fuming against his rival Wendel, a friend of Wolf's father, and a bunch of Americans willing to pay a high price for what Wolf had discovered was bad French copy. How Wolf managed them all and got the early Wedgwood copy of his vase- a fabulous green jade, not black- through the caretaker and his grandaughter is amusing if confusing. Broad character bits with accompanying sketches touch off the book- which will be of interest to the antiquers for fun.