�There!� Pop said. �There�s the house. There�s Gore Court for you. What about that, eh? How�s that strike you? Better than St Paul�s, ain�t it, better than St Paul�s?� And so Pop Larkin � junk-dealer, family man and Dragon�s Blood connoisseur � manages to sell the nearby crumbling, tumbling country home to city dwellers Mr and Mrs Jerebohm for a pretty bundle of notes. Now he can build his daughter Mariette the pool she�s long been nagging him for. But the Larkin�s new neighbours aren�t quite so accepting of country ways � especially Pop�s little eccentricities. In fact, it�s not long before a wobbly boat, a misplaced pair of hands and Mrs Jerebohm�s behind have Pop up before a magistrate �