"I have an idea that she has backed half a dozen, and that neither of the favorites is among them. When a woman bets, she wants fifty to one as a rule, and as a rule she gets it, and has to part."
I debated a moment or two, and then I showed Fowler one of the envelopes addressed by Eustace Rutland to his sister.
"Are you certain that none of the envelopes you saw this morning were addressed in this handwriting?"
"Quite certain, sir."
"I should like to see the house that Miss Ida White lives in, Fowler."
"Nothing easier but I shouldn't go as I am, if I were you."
"Why not?"
"Well, you see, she had a pretty long examination in court at the Layton trial, and you were there all the time. She has sharp eyes in her head, has Miss Ida White, and she might recognize you, and smell a rat."
"You are right. I had better not go."
"I don't see why you shouldn't, if you let me fix you up."