SIXTY YEARS ON THE TURF 



"You look it," was my answer. "Judging by 

 your appearance, no one ever did himself better." 



One day, however, at Egham, he came to me 

 considerably put about. 



" Hodgy, I've lost my watch." 



" Well, what kind of a watch is it ? 



" Oh, it's an old relic of the family's." 



At that moment Mr. Lefevre came up, with 

 "What's the matter, Mr. Weatherby ? " 



" I'm just telling Hodgy that I've lost my watch, 

 and I'm rather annoyed, as it's a heirloom." 



" Oh," said Mr. Lefevre, " those thieves, they 

 are very clever. Only two days back they took 

 two hundred and fifty pounds in notes out of the 

 lining pocket of my waistcoat. I would, I swear, 

 give the thief fifty pounds if he would show me how 

 he did it. I thought it was as safe as though in 

 the bank." 



"Well," I remarked, "how about recovery? I 

 don't see a detective handy. I'll have a look in the 

 other ring. I suppose you would like to get it 

 back, Mr. Weatherby." 



" I should indeed." 



" Well, if I see one of the detectives, what shall 

 I tell him you will give for it ? " 



" Oh, a tenner ; though it's not worth that or 

 anything like the sum — except to me as a memento." 



