“Where?”
“Right in the dome,” explained Stalton, placing his hand on the top of his head.
“Exactly. Any backache?”
“You’re right.”
“Where?”
“All the way from my neck to my heels. My legs ache most of the time, too.”
After the physician had very carefully examined him he dropped his stethescope into his bag, which he closed with a snap.
“What horse is going to get the Lofton Plate to-morrow?” he asked, as he sat down and lit a cigarette and proffered the case to his patient.
“I’d bet on the Grundy stables to-morrow, doctor.”