“It’ll make the horse stop, bolt and kick, will it?”
“It certainly will. I didn’t go into this thing without seeing it tried.”
“And the horse’ll be all right in five minutes, eh?”
“Yes, the pain will subside in less time than that. The beast will be a trifle weak for a while, but no one will notice that.”
“Isn’t there some danger of killing the jockey?”
“Let the jockey take care of himself.”
As the two men arose from the table at which they had been sitting, in a room at the hotel which the detective had visited on the previous day, Martin stopped a moment with his hand on the door and listened.
“What’s that noise?” he asked, in a startled tone.
“What noise?”
“What is that bumping sound? I’ve heard it several times lately.”