The Discworld is very much like our own – if our own were to consist of a flat planet balanced on the back of four elephants which stand on the back of a giant turtle, that is... Whoever said you can't fool an honest man wasn't one. The Royal Bank is facing a crisis, and it’s time for a change of management. There are a few problems that may arise with the job . . . The Chief Cashier is almost certainly a vampire – there's something nameless in the cellar and it turns out that the Royal Mint runs at a loss. Meanwhile, people actually want to know where the money’s gone. It's a job for life. But, as former con-man Moist von Lipwig is learning, that life is not necessarily a long one. He’s about to be exposed as a fraud, but if he’s lucky the Assassins’ Guild might get him first. In fact, a lot of people want him dead. Everywhere he looks he's making enemies. Oh. And every day he has to take the Chairman for walkies.