“I’m all right now,” said Amos, who really appeared to be in fair shape. “Talk away, Martin.”
Martin talked in a low tone, which, however, was loud enough to be understood by the detective.
“It’s all fixed. The horse is to be let alone and remain in good shape until the last moment. He is to be fixed after he is brought upon the track.[{17}]”
“I don’t see how I’m going to do that.”
“It’s easy enough. The dose isn’t larger than a marble, and it’s rolled up in sugar, so he’ll take it fast enough. You can put it in his mouth just as you let go of the bridle at the start.”
“Is the owner posted?”
“Hardly,” said the other, with an oath. “The fool expects the horse to win the race.”
“Does he suspect anything?”
“No; he’s heard the talk, of course, but he thinks it a trick of the pool-rooms to keep his horse back.”
“How are de jockeys?”