I'm a robber, John Dortmunder says, not a grave robber. Yet he soon finds himself in a Long Island cemetery, in the very dead of night, with dirt up to his knees. His old friend Andy Kelp is to blame--Andy Kelp and the Internet. For it was while ambling on the Net that Kelp met up with master manipulator Fitzroy Guilderpost and his nefarious companions, the flunked teacher Irwin Gabel and the Las Vegas showgirl Little Feather Redcorn. What these three have in mind is the amazing takeover of an upstate New York casino, and what they also envision is that Dortmunder and Kelp will not share in the ill-gotten gains, even though ill-gotten gains are Dortmunder's and Kelp's only source of income. Shovel in hand, Dortmunder wonders whose grave this is. And if he isn't very careful, and very alert, it could be his.