“This is a great surprise, Mr Beecham.”
“Not an unpleasant one, I hope,” he said pleasantly.
“We will not discuss the matter. Come inside out of the heat.”
“I’m in no hurry, Syb, and couldn’t I help you with that poor little devil?”
“I’m only trying to give it another chance of life.”
“What will you do with it if it lives?”
“Sell it for half a crown when it’s a yearling.”
“It would pay better to shoot the poor little beggar now.”
“No doubt it would the owner of Five-Bob, but we have to be more careful,” I said tartly.
“I didn’t mean to offend you.”