The last McAuslan collection. Ending with an afterword in which Fraser recounts how he met up with his old Colonel at a book signing and when they had a drink after, the Colonel said that the notice that the regiment never existed, and all the characters were fictitious -- well, that was rot. Possibly libelous rot. Was he a fiction?
And so we have some more adventures. Like the narrator's problems with servants -- greatly complicated by the way an officer had to have a batman. The time they were subduing civil unrest in Africa, and McAuslan astounded the narrator: on being told that the wogs couldn't govern themselves, with the relative condition of the European and native architecture being pointed out in evidence, McAuslan actually produced the Pyramids as counter-evidence. The bet that involved his men being sent out to make their way by map to a bridge -- and put out a lamp on it as an additional challenge.