(Keep looking at the flowers, please, Sir Henry.) I have the honour to make you acquainted with Sir Henry Wilding, Cleek; he needs you, my dear fellow." "Delighted--in both instances.

My compliments, Sir Henry.

By any chance that Sir Henry Wilding whose mare, Black Riot, is the favourite for next Wednesday's Derby ?" "Yes--that very man, Mr.Cleek; and if--" "Don't get excited and don't turn, please; our friend the policeman is looking this way.

What's the case?
One of 'nobbling'?
Somebody trying to get at the mare ?" "Yes.

A desperate 'somebody,' who doesn't stop even at murder.