Another collection of stories concerning the Black Widower's club, a collection of greedy mates who are consistently made to look like mental midgets by their waiter, Henry. I swear, the biggest mystery of all is why Henry spends his days serving roast beef instead of running the world, but I tell myself we never see what he does in his off hours.

I'm not usually too good with mysteries, but for once I got the answer to one of the stories before Henry did - or at least before he said he did, which is close enough for me. I've forgotten the name of the story in question - it's the one about cults and astral planes and Mars.

An enjoyable collection, though it did stray sometimes into pedantry - as do some of the characters, although they at least acknowledge it so I'm taking it as a sly admission from the author, as some of the stories did occasionally get bogged down in technicalities.