The bulk of the crowd naturally received the defeat of the favourite without enthusiasm, but a small section near the judge's box raised a loud and continuous yell of jubilation. Evidently some particular stable had "known something" and kept it dark.
"What is the name of that black animal?" I enquired of Dicky.
"Malvolio."
"Did you back him?" I enquired loudly.
"Rather!" yelled Dicky. "Come with me and help me to collect Hilda's winnings for her. Back directly, dear!"
"How many horses did you back in that race?" I enquired, as we elbowed our way to the ring.
"Seven," said Dicky. "Expensive game, executing commissions for your best girl--what?"
"Let us hope this little victory will have the desired effect," I said piously.
"It will be cheap at the price," replied Dicky with fervour.
At the foot of the stand we found Miss Damer taking leave of her three friends. She joined us.