Mr. Posket.
He’s invested a little money for me.
Mr. Bullamy.
What in?
Mr. Posket.
Not in—on—on Sillikin for the Lincolnshire Handicap. Sillikin to win and Butterscotch one, two, three.
Mr. Bullamy.
Good Lord!
Mr. Posket.
Yes, the dear boy said, “Guv, it isn’t fair you should give me all the tips, I’ll give you some,”—and he did—he gave me Sillikin and Butterscotch. He’ll manage it for you, if you like. “Plank it down,” he calls it.