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“Scratched? No, when? What a shame! I put him down in the Morning Star competition. Who says so?”

“Evening Banner lunch special. Slip in the stable.”

“Damn!” said Miss Rossiter, briefly. “There goes my thousand quid! Oh, well, that's life. Thank you, sonnie. Put it on the table. Did you remember the cucumber? Good boy. How much? One-and-five? Lend me a penny, Parton. There you are. Mind out a minute, Mr. Willis, do you mind? I want a pencil and rubber for the new bloke.”

“What's his name?”

“Bredon.”

“Where's he come from?”

“Hankie doesn't know. But Miss Meteyard's seen him. She says he's like Bertie Wooster in horn-rims.”

“Older, though,” said Miss Meteyard. “A well-preserved forty.”

“Oh, gosh! When's he coming?”

“'Smorning. If I'd been him I'd have put it off till tomorrow and gone to the Derby. Oh, here's Mr. Ingleby. He'll know. Coffee, Mr. Ingleby? Have you heard anything?”

“Star of Asia, Twinkletoes, Sainte-Nitouche, Duke Humphrey....”

“Forty-two,” said Mr. Ingleby. “No sugar, thanks. Never been in advertising before. Balliol.”