REMINISCENCES OF BERT DRAGE 



of my best customers, was Captain Alfred 

 Loewenstein. He bought every horse he had off 

 me and paid good prices. He was a rich Belgian 

 financier. I got to know him in this way. I bought 

 two very good horses at Tattersalls, and someone 

 told him of this and so he came down to Brampton 

 and bought them. I found for him a very nice 

 house and stabling and a small farm at Thorpe 

 Satchville on the border of the Quorn and 

 Cottesmore about three miles from my stables at 

 John Gaunt. He and Major Burnaby, the future 

 Master of the Quorn, became great friends. 



Poor Alfred Loewenstein had a sad end. He 

 fell out of a plane fiying back to Belgium. This 

 happened on a Wednesday. On the previous 

 Sunday, he rang me up to say he was quite alone at 

 Thorpe Satchville and would be glad if I would go 

 and spend the day with him. I found him all 

 dressed for riding, lying on his bed. We spent the 

 day together riding about, and in the evening I 

 left him and he went to dine with Major Burnaby. 

 The next day he came to Brampton and spent the 

 day with me on his way to London and on the 

 Wednesday the tragedy occurred. 



I felt his death very, very much. I liked him so 

 much apart from all the advice he gave me 

 financially. I remember so well that he said to 

 me when riding round that he wondered why he 

 went on with his big financial schemes as he at that 

 time could have packed up with about £16 millions. 



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