68 CONFESSIONS OF A HOUSE DEALER. 



the one in question (which he had to do on his way 

 from the inn, where he took his drops, to his residence) 

 he always quickened his pace and twitched his head, 

 as if suddenly stung in the ear by a wasp 



CHAPTER V. 



ANOTHER SWINDLE. KNOWLEDGE GOT BY HEADING. 



AN AWKWAED DISCOVERY. BEANING A HORSE. 



NO REMEDY. THE FAST TROTTER. A EACE FOE A 

 TENNEE. OLD BLAZEAWAY. THE DISAPPOINT- 

 MENT. THE TROTTING DOCTOE. AN IEISH HORSE- 

 COPEE. THE MANCHESTEE SALE. THE GREAT 

 HOESE AUCTION SWINDLE. A CLEYEE TRICK. A 

 SET OF SCREWS. JUDGING OF HORSES. A FINE 

 HAUL. HIDING THE TRAIL. 



* ( GOOD morning, sir," said a middle-aged, unsophisti- 

 cated-looking individual to me one morning, in Kensing- 

 ton Gardens, " you're Ballinasloe, I presume." 



" Ballinasloe, at your service, sir," I replied, with my 

 best Derbyshire bow. 



" Well," said he, " I can furnish you with materials 

 for another chapter on a similar subject as detailed in 

 the first, for I have recently been swindled by what I 

 have reason to suppose is the same party." 



