“Deah boy,” said the dude, who appeared to be struggling with a very deep thought, “couldn’t you make Denver Bay win the race?”
“Denver Bay,” said Morris, solemnly, “is by long odds the best horse entered for the race. He could win de purse wid half a show.”
“Weally now?”
“It’s de surest thing in the world.”
“Then,” said the dude, rising to his feet, “I’ll go and book some more money on him.”
“You’re a chump if you do.”
“But I weally must, you know.”
Morris had as yet given no intimation as to what means would be resorted to to keep the horse off the track.
This was a point upon which the detective desired further information. For this reason he continued the talk about the horse still being a possibility.
“But, deah boy, the ownah tells me that the horse will be run, and will do his best.”