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Inspector Ghote is in trouble, worse trouble than ever before. When this adventure of the delightful Bombay CID man begins he has already been relegated to anti-pickpocket patrol, where he promptly gets himself into one of those fearful fixes which are equally the product of his faults and his shining virtues. But before long comes a topsy-turvy transfer to the Bats, as the specially selected officers of the Black-money and Allied Transactions Squad proudly call themselves. There Ghote is in even worse straits, under compulsion to suspect every move and every word of his new super-efficient colleagues; he is also plagued by black thoughts about his loved ones at home. Yet Ghote has an uncanny way of coming out on top, as readers of his other novels know. All one asks here, as the immensely rich traders in black money enmesh him, is: how on earth can he win now? Or will this turn out to be the end of the ever-delightful inspector?