“Very little. I believe what the man has told you to be the truth.”
“Is his mother living?”
“Yes.”
“I will write to her myself. In the mean time, somebody must take him home. He has plenty of friends here. Where are they?”
He looked out of the window as he spoke. A throng of people had gathered round the pavilion, waiting to hear the latest news. Mr. Speedwell directed Perry to go out and search among them for any friends of his employer whom he might know by sight. Perry hesitated, and scratched his head for the second time.
“What are you waiting for?” asked the surgeon, sharply. “You know his friends by sight, don’t you?”
“I don’t think I shall find them outside,” said Perry.
“Why not?”
“They backed him heavily, Sir—and they have all lost.”
Deaf to this unanswerable reason for the absence of friends, Mr. Speedwell insisted on sending Perry out to search among the persons who composed the crowd. The trainer returned with his report. “You were right, Sir. There are some of his friends outside. They want to see him.”