“How did that wire come to break, Kennedy?”
The question came out with a snap, as if the showman already had made up his mind as to what the answer should be.
“It was cut, sir,” answered the trainer promptly.
The lines in Mr. Sparling’s face drew hard and tense. Instead of a violent outburst of temper, which Kennedy fully expected, the owner sat silently contemplating his trainer for a full minute.
“Who did it?”
“I couldn’t guess.”
“I didn’t ask you to guess. I can guess for myself. I asked who did it?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t the least idea who would do a job like that in this show. I hope the mean hound will take French leave before I get him spotted, sir.”
Mr. Sparling nodded with emphasis.
“I hope so, Kennedy. What makes you think the wire was cut?”