Had the beastly bad taste, too, to come down to Suffolk--within a gunshot of Wilding Hall--take Elmslie Manor, the biggest and grandest place in the neighbourhood, and cut a dash under my very nose, as it were." "Oho!" said Cleek; "then the major is a neighbour as well as a rival for the Derby plate.

I see! I see!" "No, you don't--altogether," said Sir Henry quickly.

"Lambson-Bowles is a brute and a bounder in many ways, but--well, I don't believe he is low-down enough to do this sort of thing--and with murder attached to it, too--although he did try to bribe poor Tolliver to leave me.

Offered my trainer double wages, too, to chuck me and take up his horses." "Oh, he did that, did he?
Sure of it, Sir Henry ?" "Absolutely.

Saw the letter he wrote to Logan." "Hum-m-m! Feel that you can rely on Logan, do you ?" "To the last gasp.