'Yes, I see him fast enough; he is an Englishman, one can tell with half an eye. Well, what about him?'
'Take a good look at him so as to know him again, and then let us get out of this and I will tell you.'
Murdoch took another look and then followed his companion out of the crowd.
'Well, you look as if you had had a facer,' he said, when they had moved a hundred yards away. 'I have seen chaps look like that when they have had every penny they own in the world on the favourite and it has not even been placed.'
'I feel something like that, Joe. I believe that fellow is on my track?'
'You do; why, how can that be? How can he have followed you here?'
'That is more than I can say, but it don't much matter if he has followed me.'
'Are you sure it is the man?'
'Quite sure. I am a good hand at faces. One wants to be when one is a bookmaker and don't always find it convenient to pay up. I saw that man at the Oaks; he was talking for some time to a man I knew—the very man who was mixed up in the job I pulled off before leaving England.'
'You mean it was his money you got at?'