"But there's something written here."
"Yes, look at it carefully, Dick."
"Well, here's an H, and an E, and—looks like 'Hera,' Bev!"
"Yes, but it isn't. Look at that last letter again, Dick!"
"Why, I believe—by God, Bev,—it's an E!"
"Yes,—an E, Dick."
"'Here'!" said the Viscount, staring at the paper; "why, then—why,
Bev,—it was—your horse they were after!"
"My horse,—yes, Dick."
"But he's a rank outsider—he isn't even in the betting! In heaven's name, why should any one—"
"Look on the other side of the paper, Dick."