"You said a little while ago, Alf, that you could make a thousand pounds as safe as--as safe as----" "As safe as nails, Lil. And so I could, and more perhaps, over the Cesarewitch." "The Cesarewitch!" she repeated, curious to know the meaning of so strange a word. "It is a big race that will be run soon--a race worth thousands of pounds--and I know the horse that's going to win." "That's very clever of you, Alfred." Alfred nodded, taking full credit to himself. "But how can you make a thousand pounds by that, Alf? A thousand pounds! I never heard of so much money." "Little simpleton I'll show you as much one day, and more thousands at the back of it. How can I make it? Why, I'll tell you. Here I am with 'the tip.' The tip," he continued, noticing her puzzled look, "is the secret that some of us get hold of as to which horse is going to win a race." "O," was Lily's simple reply. "That's what the tip is," said Alfred, with a confident air; he was in his glory, airing himself on racing matters. "And I've got it for the Cesarewitch." "Do they know, then, beforehand what horse is going to win a race?" "Sometimes pretty nearly, you know. Some horses that run haven't a chance; some are not intended to win----" "Is that right, Alf?" "Of course it is. If a man has a horse and can't back it, perhaps he backs another; then of course he doesn't want his own horse to win, for if it does, he loses his money." Lily shook her head. "I can't understand it; it doesn't seem right to me; but of course you know best." "Of course I do, Lil. Women are not expected to understand these things. As to its being not quite right, that's neither here nor there. What you've got to do is to find out the secret, get into the swim, and make money. And that's what I've got the chance of doing. But I haven't explained it all. Here am I with the tip; I know the horse that's going to win. Well, what do I do, naturally? I bet on that horse. I put as much money on that horse as ever I can scrape together, and when the race is over, there I am with my pockets full. I can get fifty to one on my tip. Think of that, Lil. Fifty to one against the horse that's sure to win! If I had twenty pounds to-day, I could get a thousand to twenty, and win it. Only think what I could do with a thousand. I've got my eye on two lovely gold watches and chains for Lizzie and you, and I know where there's a stunning diamond ring to be almost given away." "But tell me, Alf! Isn't that gambling? and isn't gambling wrong? I've heard grandfather say it is." "Grandfather!" exclaimed Alfred, contemptuously. "What does grandfather know of such things? When he was a young man, things were different. A young fellow didn't have the chance he's got now of making a fortune in a day, if he's wide awake. That's why I don't want grandfather to know anything of this, nor anything that I've been speaking of. And of course you'll not tell him, Lil, for you've promised."