"'Now we can have lunch,' he said, 'with easy minds.'
"Easy!
"'But suppose the whole thing is a fizzle,' I said. 'We've been far too impetuous. Impulse was always my ruin.'
"'Oh no,' he said.
"'But if it's a fizzle,' I said, 'what about my £750?'
"'It won't be,' he replied. 'It's magic. Let's order something to eat.'
"He ate; that is the advantage of being on ten per cent. commission. I couldn't."
Jack paused.
"Go on," I said. "Did the horses win?"
"Every one," he replied.