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Page 15
"Exceedingly so."
"Is there any point to which you would wish to draw my
attention?"
"To the curious incident of the dog in the
night-time."
"The dog did nothing in the night-time."
"That was the curious incident," remarked Sherlock
Holmes.
Four days later Holmes and I were again in the train,
bound for Winchester to see the race for the Wessex
Cup. Colonel Ross met us by appointment outside the
station, and we drove in his drag to the course beyond
the town. His face was grave, and his manner was cold
in the extreme.
"I have seen nothing of my horse," said he.
"I suppose that you would know him when you saw him?"
asked Holmes.
The Colonel was very angry. "I have been on the turf
for twenty years, and never was asked such a question
as that before," said he. "A child would know Silver
Blaze, with his white forehead and his mottled
off-foreleg."
"How is the betting?"
"Well, that is the curious part of it. You could have
got fifteen to one yesterday, but the price has become
shorter and shorter, until you can hardly get three to
one now."
"Hum!" said Holmes. "Somebody knows something, that
is clear."
As the drag drew up in the enclosure near the grand
stand I glanced at the card to see the entries.
Wessex Plate [it ran] 50 sovs each h ft with 1000 sovs
added for four and five year olds. Second, L300.
Third, L200. New course (one mile and five furlongs).
Mr. Heath Newton's The Negro. Red cap. Cinnamon
jacket.
Colonel Wardlaw's Pugilist. Pink cap. Blue and black
jacket.
Lord Backwater's Desborough. Yellow cap and sleeves.
Colonel Ross's Silver Blaze. Black cap. Red jacket.
Duke of Balmoral's Iris. Yellow and black stripes.
Lord Singleford's Rasper. Purple cap. Black sleeves.
"We scratched our other one, and put all hopes on your
word," said the Colonel. "Why, what is that? Silver
Blaze favorite?"
"Five to four against Silver Blaze!" roared the ring.
"Five to four against Silver Blaze! Five to fifteen
against Desborough! Five to four on the field!"
"There are the numbers up," I cried. "They are all
six there."
"All six there? Then my horse is running," cried the
Colonel in great agitation. "But I don't see him. My
colors have not passed."
"Only five have passed. This must be he."
As I spoke a powerful bay horse swept out from the
weighing enclosure and cantered past us, bearing on
its back the well-known black and red of the Colonel.
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