CHAPTER II.
Billy Platt shows his hand, and receives an unexpected but well-deserved blow.
"Have you any idea how much you owe me?" asked Platt, as soon as the sitting-room door was shut.
"I have not my book with me—it has become rather a large sum, as I have not had a single winning week since Goodwood," replied Mr. Moordown.
"Some people would think it a large amount, but it is a mere flea-bite to you rich landowners."
"What is the total?"
"£1725, and I want the money."
"It is more than I thought, but never mind, Billy, you shall have it, every penny."
"When?"
"I have no money to spare at present, but my turn of luck will come if you are only patient with me."