Ginger, who came in occasionally, was very sweet on Necklace, whom he declared to be the finest mare of the century. He was listened to with awed attention, and there was a death-like silence in the bar when he described how she had won the One Thousand. He wouldn't have ridden her quite that way himself; but then what was a steeplechase rider's opinion worth regarding a flat race? The company demurred, and old John alluded to Ginger's magnificent riding when he won the Liverpool on Foxcover, steadying the horse about sixty yards from home, and bringing him up with a rush in the last dozen strides, nailing Jim Sutton, who had persevered all the way, on the very post by a head. Bill Evans, who happened to look in that evening, said that he would not be surprised to see all the four favourites bowled out by an outsider. He had heard something that was good enough for him. He didn't suppose the guv'nor would take him on the nod, but he had a nice watch which ought to be good for three ten. "Turn it up, old mate," said William. "All right, guv'nor, I never presses my goods on them that don't want 'em. If there's any other gentleman who would like to look at this 'ere timepiece, or a pair of sleeve links, they're in for fifteen shillings. Here's the ticket. I'm a bit short of money, and have a fancy for a certain outsider. I'd like to have my bit on, and I'll dispose of the ticket for--what do you say to a thin 'un, Mr. Ketley?" "Did you 'ear me speak just now?" William answered angrily, "or shall I have to get over the counter?" "I suppose, Mrs. Latch, you have seen a great deal of racing?" said Ginger. "No, sir. I've heard a great deal about racing, but I never saw a race run." "How's that, shouldn't you care?" "You see, my husband has his betting to attend to, and there's the house to look after." "I never thought of it before," said William. "You've never seen a race run, no more you haven't. Would you care to come and see the Derby run next week, Esther?" "I think I should." At that moment the policeman stopped and looked in. All eyes went up to the clock, and Esther said, "We shall lose our licence if----" "If we don't get out," said Ginger. William apologised. "The law is the law, sir, for rich and poor alike; should be sorry to hurry you, sir, but in these days very little will lose a man his house. Now, Herbert, finish your drink. No, Walter, can't serve any more liquor to-night.... Charles, close the private bar, let no one else in.... Now, gentlemen, gentlemen." Old John lit his pipe and led the way. William held the door for them. A few minutes after the house was closed. A locking of drawers, fastening of doors, putting away glasses, making things generally tidy, an hour's work before bed-time, and then they lighted their candle in the little parlour and went upstairs. William flung off his coat. "I'm dead beat," he said, "and all this to lose----" He didn't finish the sentence. Esther said--