For nine long months the ex-officer had sought employment, indoor or
outdoor, congenial or uncongenial. The quest was vain. Once he had
broached the matter haltingly to an influential acquaintance. The
latter's reception of his distress had been so startlingly obnoxious
that he would have died rather than repeat the venture. Then Smith of
Dale's, Old Bond Street--Smith, who had cut his hair since he was a
boy, and was his fast friend--had told him of Blue Moon.
There is more racing chatter to be heard at the great hairdressers'
than almost anywhere else outside a race-course. Some of it is worth
hearing, most of it is valueless. The difficulty, as elsewhere, is to
sift the wheat from the chaff.
According to Smith, Blue Moon was being kept extremely quiet.
Certainly the horse was little mentioned. Lyveden had never heard his
name. And thirty-three to one was a long price....
Lyveden pricked up his ears, and Smith became frightened. He was
genuinely attached to his young customer, and knew that he was in low
water. He begged him not to be rash....
After some careful calculations, which he made upon a sheet of club
note-paper, Lyveden came to the conclusion that thirty-three birds in
the bush were better than one in the hand. Reckoning a bird at one
hundred pounds and Lyveden's available assets at the same number of
guineas, who is to say he was wrong?
At twenty minutes to five on the eve of the Derby, Lyveden handed a
protesting Smith one hundred and one pounds, to be invested on Blue
Moon--"to win only." The odd note was to bring Smith his reward.
A big bookmaker whom Smith was shaving as usual, at a quarter-past six,
accepted the commission, pocketed the notes with a sigh, and gave the
master-barber forty to one.
Four thousand pounds--in the bush.
That his thirty-three nebulous birds had become forty before they took
flight, Anthony never knew. A man whose sole assets are a Sealyham, a
very few clothes, and twenty-two shillings and sixpence, does not, as a
rule, go to Dale's.
"Young fellow, come here."
Patch came gaily, and Lyveden set him upon his knee.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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