In Short, Milo Overlock

-Excuse me, sirs, - I feebly croaked out, -but Mr. Milo Overlock begs to detain you this afternoon, the purpose being this rather inconvenient death...- So says Grave, elderly and ever-hapless valet to that -icon of ego, demigod of duck and prefect of perfect, - Milo Overlock, as another dreaded adventure unfolds before him. It is not enough that Grave, at seventy-five, must prepare six duck dinners a day or entertain his Master's ruthless pet mice, but to be embroiled in one Endeavor after another in which rich, powerful Mr. Overlock (all five-foot-ought and twenty stone of him) exercises an -ego as great as his intellect and patience as limited as his height.- For those seeking a series of comedy-mysteries set in the fictional nineteenth-century kingdom of a megalomaniac and his manservant, the solution is a simple one. In short, Milo Overlock.