"I"ve not done so badly," said the other, deprecatingly.
"Look here, you must dine with us to-night," Tony declared, cheerily.
"We"re having a little celebration at the Blue Boar."
"Delighted, I"m sure. That"s what I always like about racing," said Houston, "it brings out all our best sporting qualities as a nation."
Dorothy thought her husband was going to say something rude, but she need not have been worried. He had no intention of being rude to a man who would lay so heavily against the horse he thought was bound to win.
In fact, he went out of his way to be specially friendly to Houston, and during the month of May the financier was at Curzon Street almost every day. Moreover, he brought with him others like himself who were willing to bet heavily with Clarehaven, and Dorothy began to think that even Captain Keith and Mrs. Mainwaring and those Sat.u.r.day afternoons of peroxide and pink powder at Windsor or Lingfield Park were better than this nightmare of hooked noses and splay mouths.
"Well," said Lonsdale, "if anybody ever talks to me again about the "lost" tribes or the missing link, I shall ask him if he"s looked in Curzon Street. He"ll find both there."
"Tony"s being a little bit promiscuous," said Henry Tufton. "But of course one _must_ remember that the king was very fond of Jews. And then there was Disraeli, don"t you know, and the late queen."
Just before the Derby, Houston, whom, in spite of the menace he seemed to hold out against the future of Tony"s career on the turf, Dorothy could not help liking in the intervals when she forgot about her premonitions of misfortune, said to her in a tone that it would have been hard to accuse of insincerity:
"Look here, I want to show you I"m a true friend, and I warn you that my horse is going to win the Derby. Nothing can beat him. Tell Clarehaven to hedge. I wish I"d not laid that bet now, for I hate taking his money.
I suppose he"d be insulted if I offered to cancel the bet? But I would, if he would."
Dorothy told Tony about Houston"s offer; but he laughed at her and said that, like all Jews, Houston did not relish losing his money.
Nevertheless, finding that his liabilities were alarmingly high and knowing that Houston, not content with laying against Moonbeam, was backing Chimpanzee wherever he could, Tony invested some money on the second favorite and declined to lay another halfpenny against him. As a matter of fact, the money he invested thus was in comparison with the thousands for which he had backed Moonbeam a trifle; but rumor exaggerated the sum, and when Chimpanzee won the Derby, with Moonbeam just shut out of a place, there were unpleasant rumors in the clubs.
Dorothy did not go to Epsom--her nerves could not have stood the strain--and when she heard of Moonbeam"s defeat she was grateful to her impulse. Nowadays her self-confidence was very easily upset, and from the moment Houston had appeared upon the scene at Newmarket she had never in her heart expected that Moonbeam would win the great race.
It was Tony himself who brought her the bad news. In a gray tail-coat and with gray top-hat set askew upon his flushed face--flushed with more than temper and disappointment, she thought--he strode up and down the smoking-room at Curzon Street, swinging his field-gla.s.ses round and round by their straps, until she begged him not to break the chandelier.
"Break the chandelier," he laughed. "That"s good, by Jove! What about breaking myself? You don"t seem to understand what this means, my dear Doodles. I"ve lost sixty thousand pounds over that cursed animal. Sixty thousand pounds! Do you hear? And I"ve got four days to find the money.
Do you realize I shall have to mortgage Clare in order to settle up on Monday?"
"Mortgage Clare?" Dorothy gasped; she turned white and swayed against the table. At that moment Tony let the straps escape from his hand and the gla.s.ses went crashing into a large mirror.
"Yes, mortgage Clare," he repeated, savagely.
It was only the noise of the broken gla.s.s that kept her from fainting; weakly she pointed at the mirror and with a wavering smile upon her usually firm lips she whispered something about seven years of bad luck.
"Well, it"s nothing to laugh about," said Tony.
"I wasn"t laughing. Oh, Tony, you can"t lose Clare; you mustn"t."
"Oh well, I mayn"t lose it. I may have some luck late in the season. But my other horses have let me down badly so far."
"You won"t go on betting?"
"How else am I to get back what I"ve lost? I can"t make sixty thousand pounds by selling papers!"
"Oh, but you...." She put her hand up to her forehead and sank into one of those comfortable chairs upholstered in red leather. "How did Cobbett explain Moonbeam"s defeat?" She felt that, however agonizing, she must have the tale of the race to give her an illusion of action, and to silence these bells that were ringing in her brain: "Clare! Clare!
Clare!"
"Cobbett?" exclaimed Tony, viciously. "He"s about fit to train a bus-horse to jog from Piccadilly to Sloane Street. "The colt doesn"t like the Epsom course, and that"s about the size of it," said Mr.
Cobbett to me. "Course be d.a.m.ned, you old plowboy!" I told him. "If you hadn"t insisted upon giving the mount to that cursed apprentice of yours my horse would have won." "I don"t think it was the lad"s fault, my lord," said Cobbett, getting as red as a turkey-c.o.c.k. "Don"t you dare to contradict me," I said. By G.o.d! Doodles, I was in such a rage that it was all I could do not to take the obstinate old fool by the shoulders and shake the truth into him. "I"d contradict the King of England, my lord, if I trained his horses and he told me I didn"t know my business,"
"Well, I tell you that you don"t know your business," I answered. "Why didn"t you let me do as I wanted and get O"Hara over from France to ride him?" "If you remember, my lord, in the Woodcote Stakes, we gave the mount to Harcourt, and he made a mess of the race." I couldn"t stand there shouting "O"Hara! Not Harcourt!" It wouldn"t have been dignified in the paddock, and so I just told him quietly that I should have to consider if after to-day"s fiasco I could still intrust my horses to a man who wouldn"t listen to reason; after that I pulled myself together with a couple of stiff brandies and drove the car home myself. By the way, I ran over a kid in Hammersmith and broke its leg or something.
Altogether it"s been my worst day from birth up."
Dorothy would have liked to reproach him for drinking, to have expressed her dismay at the accident to the child, to have whispered a word of hope for the future, to have taken his foolish flushed face between her hands and kissed it ... but the only speech and action she could trust herself to make or take was to ring for a footman to sweep up the broken gla.s.s from the floor of the smoking-room.
Two days later, while Tony was hard at work raising the money to pay his debts on Monday, a letter came from Newmarket:
COBBETT HOUSE, NEWMARKET,
_June 7, 1912._
_To the Earl of Clarehaven._
MY LORD,--After our conversation in the paddock at Epsom on Wednesday I must give your lordship notice that I must respectfully decline to train your horses any longer in my stables. I would be much obliged if your lordship will give instructions to who I must transfer them.
I am,
Yours respectfully,
W. COBBETT.
Houston, who happened to be with Tony when this letter arrived, asked him why he did not train with Richard Starkey at Winsley on the Berkshire Downs.
"Yes, that"s all very well," said Clarehaven, "but what about the Leger?"
"I"m not going to run Chimpanzee for the Leger. In fact, I"ve sold him to an Australian syndicate for the stud. Your horse will be the only representative of the stable."
Finally Clarehaven"s horses were transferred to Starkey Lodge, and Moonbeam, as the obvious choice of the stable, gave the public a good win at Doncaster. The victory did not do Clarehaven much good in narrower circles, where many people had backed Chimpanzee to win the Leger. The rumors that had gone round the clubs after the Derby sprang to life again, and with an added virulence circulated freely. Lord Stilton, as a friend of his father, warned Tony in confidence that he would not be elected to the Jockey Club and advised him to go slow for a while.
"If the Stewards wish for an explanation," said Tony, loftily, "they can have an explanation."
"It is not a question of your horse"s running," said Lord Stilton.
"Technically there are no grounds for criticism. But a certain amount of comment has been aroused by your change of stables and by your friendship with this man Houston. Altogether, my dear fellow, I advise you to go slow--yes, to go slow."
Tony, with the amount of money he had won back by Moonbeam"s victory in the Leger, did not feel at all inclined to go slow, and with Richard Starkey at his elbow he bought several highly priced yearlings at the Doncaster sales. He would show that pompous old bore Stilton that the Derby could be won without being a member of the Jockey Club.
IV
Moonbeam"s victory in the St. Leger had apparently freed Clare from mortgages, and it enabled the owner to meet a large number of bills that fell due shortly afterward. Dorothy, who was continually hearing from Tony how decently Houston was behaving to him, began to wonder if her dread of the Jew had not been hysterical; and when in October he proposed a cruise round the Mediterranean in his new yacht she did not attribute to the proposal a new and subtle form of danger. She and Houston were talking together in the drawing-room at Curzon Street while Tony was occupied with somebody who had called on business. During the summer these colloquies down in the smoking-room had kept Dorothy"s nerves strung up to expect the worst when she used to hear Tony accompany the visitor to the door and come so slowly up-stairs after he was gone. But since Doncaster the interviews had been much shorter, and Tony had often run up-stairs at the end of them, leaving the visitor to be shown out by a footman. Throughout that trying time Houston had been always at hand, suave and attentive, not in the least attentive beyond the limits of an old friendship, but rather in the manner of Tufton, though of course with greater age and experience at the back of it. His ugliness, which, when Dorothy had first beheld it again so abruptly that afternoon in the ring at Newmarket had appalled her, was by now so familiar again that she was no longer conscious of it, or if she was conscious of it she rather liked it. Such ugliness strengthened Houston"s background, and when Tony"s affairs seemed most desperate gave Dorothy a hope; the more rugged the cliff the more easily will the wrecked mariner scale its forbidding face. Yes, Houston had really been invaluable during an exhausting year, and when now he proposed this yachting trip she welcomed the project.
"I think it would be good for Clarehaven to get him away from England for a while--to give him a change of air and scene. We"ll lure him with the promise of a few days at Monte Carlo, and something will happen to make it impossible to go near Monte Carlo, eh? A nice, quiet little party. I have cabins for eight guests. Three hundred ton gross. Nothing extravagant as a yacht goes."
"And what do you call her? _The Chimpanzee?_" asked Dorothy, with a smile.
"No, no, no," he replied. "_The Whirligig._ A good name for a small yacht, don"t you think?"
"Tell me," said Dorothy, earnestly. "Why did you call your horse Chimpanzee? You know, when I first heard it, I felt you were still brooding over that stupid business in those flats. What were they called?"
"Lauriston Mansions."