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ferocity of the outraged French. " It mayn't 

 be so bad as you think. Mr Dashwood is with 

 him and is going to do what he can. There's no 

 use in violence. Sit down and Hsten to me and 

 I'll tell you all about it." 



French sat down in the chair from which he had 

 just arisen. The animal fury which the idea of 

 Giveen excited in his mind might have given cause 

 to grave results had the image come within striking 

 distance; and Kttle blame to him, for here was 

 Garryowen trained to a turn. Weeks and months of 

 care and the genius of Moriarty had brought the 

 colt to that point of perfection which leaves 

 nothing to be desired but the racing day. Only a 

 few days separated them from the supreme 

 moment when, if Fate were propitious, the black- 

 and-yellow colours of Drumgool would be carried 

 first past the winning-post; the possibihty of 

 winning a small fortune was almost becoming a 

 certainty, and now, to thwart him of his desire and 

 cripple him for life, here came Dick Giveen. 



" But what took him into the bazaar? " asked 

 he, when the girl had finished her story. 



" Providence, I beheve," rephed Miss Grimshaw. 

 " Just fancy, if he hadn't come in! He has come 

 down here, evidently, to make sm*e that you are 

 here. If he hadn't wandered into the bazaar he 

 might have found out what he wanted and gone 

 back to London without our knowing, and then 

 the next thing would have been a man in pos- 



