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Moriarty opened the upper door of a loose-box 

 and The Cat thrust her evil head out. The Cat, 

 by Isonomy II. out of Express, would have won 

 her owner much money only for her temper; 

 she had a fleering eye. The Cat's under-lip and 

 the cock of her ears were the two points you 

 noticed at close quarters, till she nobbled you 

 and took a piece out of your arm, or let fly and, to 

 use the language of Moriarty, " kicked you to 

 flinders." 



"Look out!" yelled Moriarty. He wasn't a 

 moment too soon, for in another second The Cat 

 would have had the bailiff. 



Piper stepped back and wiped his forehead with 

 his sleeve. To be snapped at by a horse is not 

 a pleasant experience. 



" It's only her play," said Moriarty, " but don't 

 you ever open the door of the box be yourself, 

 for, begad, if she once got a hoult of you it's into 

 the box she'd have you, over the dure top, and 

 after that, begorra, it id be all over but the funeral. 

 Here's the other horse." 



He opened Garry owen's box. 



Garry o wen projected his lovely head and 

 expanded his nostrils at the stranger. Miss 

 Grimshaw looked from the horse to the baihff, 

 and from the baiHff to the horse, contrasting the 

 two animals in her mind. 



" Are these carriage horses? " asked Mr Piper 

 as Miss Grimshaw retired to the house leaving 

 him in charge of Moriarty. 



