On the day of the big race at Kempton Park, in which the Ambler, starting favourite, was left at the post, George Pendyce had just put his latch-key in the door of the room he had taken near Mrs. Bellew, when a man, stepping quickly from behind, said:
"Mr. George Pendyce, I believe."
George turned.
"Yes; what do you want?"
The man put i
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