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?