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-weight that would give her a sort of chance, you know,' 

 Moss answered. 



' Would it ? Not a very good one, I should think ! ' 

 his friend rejoined. 



' No, perhaps not ; but that young ass Dane is cer- 

 tain to back his mare for a pile of money, and there'll 

 be good hedging. I think I'll get you to put me on a 

 couple of hundred as quickly as you can. You'll get 

 33 's, very likely 40' s, I should think ; but keep quiet 

 about it, whatever you do,' Moss said, and his friend 

 arose. 



* I don't think it's good enough for me to touch. I 

 sha'n't do anything form}- self?' Cartwright remarked, 

 half interrogatively. 



'I hardly know how to advise you; you know just 

 as much as I do now,' Moss replied, as he helped him- 

 self to a brandy and soda and lighted a cigarette, before 

 settling dowm to write a number of letters and send off 

 several wires. 



Weekes was not greatly surprised when he opened 

 his special ' Standard ' next morning — the morning 

 papers did not reach him till midday — to find that 

 Brown Shoes had come from 33 "s offered, at which she 

 stood the day before, to 22 to 1 in London, and 20's in 

 Manchester. He merely nodded his head, and a peculiar 

 smile wrinkled the corners of his mouth. ' I thought 

 so ! ' was his only ejaculation, ' and it'll be 100 to 6 to- 

 morrow.' He was not far out, for ' Brow^n Shoes, 100 

 to 7 t and w,' was the quotation ; and again he smiled. 

 As for Moss, two pages of his betting-book were closely 

 covered with figures, which overflowed on to the page 

 following ; and as he lay back in his chair, cigar in 

 mouth, contemplating the calculation, there was no mis- 



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