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Investment banker Tim Ekaterin thought arranging the purchase of a champion racehorse was a sure thing-but he never gambled on getting caught up in murder.
without two thoughts to rub together. Even Dissdale got tired of the total vacancy behind the sensational violet eyes. It’s all very well to get a buzz when all men light up on meeting your wife, but it rather kicks the stilts away when the same men diagnose total dimness within five minutes and start pitying you instead.’ ‘I can see that. What became of her?’ ‘Dissdale introduced her to a boy who’d inherited millions and had an IQ on a par with hers. The last I heard they were in a fog of
said. He gave me a glance in which I read both love for his daughter and a blindness to her needs. ‘I don’t suppose,’ he said thoughtfully, ‘That you go anywhere near High Wycombe on your way home?’ ‘Well,’ I said obligingly, ‘I could do.’ I consequently drove Ginnie back to her school, listening on the way to her views on the new headmistress’s compulsory jogging programme (‘all our bosoms flopping up and down, bloody uncomfortable and absolutely disgusting to look at’) and to her opinion of
three stallions, reporting the birth of foals alive and well and one dead before foaling, very sorry. His voice sounded strong, civilised, controlled, the competent captain at the helm, and one could almost see the steel creeping back, hour by hour, into his battered spirit. I admired him for it; and I would fight to give him time, I thought, to come to some compromise to avert permanent ruin. Ginnie, showered, breakfasted, tidy in sweater and shirt, went off to spend the morning at the
would have to agree, but he wants an answer fairly soon, because the longer the delay the less time there is for training and racing this season.’ ‘Yes,’ I said, understanding. ‘Where is he? Sandcastle, I mean.’ ‘Still in Newmarket. But it’s pointless him staying there any longer. They haven’t found any answers. They say they just don’t know what’s wrong with him, and I think they want me to take him away.’ ‘Well,’ I pondered briefly. ‘You may as well fetch him, I should think.’ ‘I’ll arrange
unrest or alarm… but of madness. The horse backed suddenly away, crashing his hindquarters into the rear wall and rocking again forwards, but this time advancing with both forelegs off the ground, the gleams from thrashing hooves curving in silvery streaks in the gloom, the feet hitting the wall below the window with sickening intent. I pressed in undoubted panic into the corner made by wall and door, but it gave no real protection. The box was roughly ten feet square by eight feet high, a