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Australian horse breeder Daniel Roke had resisted the exorbitant sum of money offered by a suave Englishman to investigate a scandal involving drugged racehorses. But after another investigator dies mysteriously, Roke agrees to fill his shoes--and learns that men who would give drugs to horses are capable of doing much worse to human beings.
to go over and watch the bar billiards. Grits brought a fresh half pint from the bar and settled himself on the bench next to Paddy. ‘You don’t want to trust Soupy,’ he told me confidentially, his raw boned unintelligent face full of kindness. Paddy put down a double three, and looking round at us gave me a long, unsmiling scrutiny. ‘There’s no need to worry about Dan, Grits,’ he said. ‘He and Soupy, they’re alike. They’d go well in double harness. Birds of a feather, that’s what they are.’
firmly, as he saw I was about to interrupt, ‘if you put an educated Englishman into a stable as a lad, the chances are the others would know at once by his voice that he wasn’t genuine. But they couldn’t tell, with you. You look right, and you sound right. You seem to me the perfect answer to all our problems. A better answer than I could have dreamt of finding.’ ‘Physically,’ I commented dryly. He drank, and looked at me thoughtfully. ‘In every way. You forget, I told you I know a good deal
prime facts which must be established before Adams and Humber can be prosecuted. I will do my best to finish the job properly, but I can’t guarantee it, as the time factor is a nuisance.’ Then, because I felt very alone, I added impulsively, jerkily, a postscript. ‘Believe me. Please believe me. I did nothing to Patty.’ When I had written it, I looked at this cri de coeur in disgust. I am getting as soft as I pretend, I thought. I tore the bottom off the sheet of paper and threw the pitiful
where almost instantly the limping back-view of Humber appeared. Cass stood watching while Humber and Jud Wilson climbed up into the cab. The horse box rolled forward out of the yard. The loading up had taken barely five minutes from start to finish. During this time I dropped the rug over the suitcase and kicked the brushwood away from the bike. The binoculars I slung round my neck and zipped inside the leather jacket. I put on my crash helmet, goggles and gloves. In spite of my belief that
right, northwards, and accelerate. Chapter 16 I crouched in a ditch all day and watched Adams, Humber and Jud Wilson scare Kandersteg into a lathering frenzy. It was wicked. The means they used were as simple in essence as the scheme, and consisted mainly in the special lay-out of a small two-acre field. The thin high hedge round the whole field was laced with wire to about shoulder height, strong, but without barbs. About fifteen feet inside this there was a second fence, solidly made