The Serpent's Sting

Will Power has returned from the Northern Territory shaken, stirred and generally discombobulated. It is late 1942 and demeaningly enough, he finds himself playing a pantomime dame. If only this was his only worry… As his great hero, Shakespeare, once noted, ‘When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.’ Can Will finally overcome his tendency to be the living embodiment of Murphy’s Law?