For a moment the girl said nothing.
Then—
“I’m glad you did,” she said gently, “awfully glad. And now I’ll tell you a secret. The Athalia Stakes have been won.”
“Won!”
“Won. Listen. The result was a dead heat.”
Fairfax started.
“But you said he hadn’t spoken.”
“I know. Never mind. He has. And you’ve dead-heated—you and . . . the man I love.”
Punch put a hand to his head.
“Well, here’s a go,” he said. “What do we do now? You can’t marry us both.”