Richard to pay up.â
âI watched him this afternoon,â Susan said slowly. âHeâs getting round that woman and she doesnât even know it. I feel really sorry for her.â
âWe canât afford to be,â Gerry said. âThereâs a lot at stake for us too. Come on, darling, nice bright smile â letâs get outside some of Royâs champagne.â
âHow good is the Falcon?â Roy Farrant asked. He and Richard had gone off to play golf at the exclusive course adjoining the housing estate. They had driven off with golf clubs in the little buggy the Farrants kept for running round the island. When they got to the golf course, they left the clubs in the buggy and went straight into the club house. Farrant ordered iced coffee and Richard asked for rum. They chose a table on the verandah far from the few people having an early morning drink. Farrantâs eyes were hard and narrowed; he looked much older when he wasnât smiling. Richard swallowed hard at his drink.
âVery good,â he said. âBut you ought to know that; you know what his performance was last season.â
âYes of course I bloody know that,â Farrant interrupted angrily. âHe won two Grade I races. But thereâs all the difference in the world between a top-class two-year-old and a Classic winner! Is he going to train on? And is he going to be as good as he was?â
âBetter,â Richard said. âHeâs grown on since last year; he was very lightly raced because Ryan doesnât believe in overdoing two-year-olds. Heâs a big, powerful colt and he hasnât been stretched at all. Ryan said he got a mile and a quarter without any trouble. Heâs confident heâll get the distance for the Derby. From the look of him and what I picked up out there, heâll slaughter Rocket Man.â
âChrist,â Farrant said. âThereâs nothing else in England that can beat us. Nothing!â
âItâs been a bad year for English two-year-olds,â Richard remarked slyly.
Farrant glared at him. âKeep your bloody cracks to yourself,â he said. âYou know Rocket Man is a certain winner this year. Everybody knows it. Thereâs only one Frenchman to reckon with and we can fix him. Iâm not worried about that.â
âIf you want me to tell you that Silver Falcon doesnât look the better horse, then okay, I will. But it isnât the truth. If I were you I wouldnât plunge on Rocket Man. My money goes on the Falcon.â He got up and went to the bar. He came back with another glass of rum. Farrant looked up at him and scowled.
âYou must have bloody hollow legs,â he said. Richard played with the glass, making the ice tinkle. He didnât say anything. After a few minutes Roy Farrant looked up.
âI have plunged,â he said slowly. âIâve laid thirty thousand on him. But it isnât the money. I want that race!â
âYou sound like my father,â Richard said. âHe was a glory hunter too.â
âItâs definite sheâs going to run him?â Farrant asked.
âNo question; she promised my father on his death bed. The old bastard couldnât even let up when he was dying. Falconâll run.â
âUnless something happens to him,â Farrant muttered.
Richard Schriber shook his head. âI wouldnât rely on it,â he said. âNigel Fosterâll guard him like the gold in Fort Knox. Heâs never broken down a horse in his life in training. And you wonât get within a mile of him before the race. Thereâs nothing you can do about it.â
âWhen Schriber died I thought we were home and dry,â Farrant said. âAll the papers were full of it. Youâve never read such a lot of crap in your life about the great American sportsman and how tragic he didnât live to see his great hope run in the Derby. You
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