Whip Hand

Chapter 25

"She was..."

"Does the typing. Rides the horses sometimes. Into everything, she is, and talkative with it."

The new scared Sid Halley didn"t even want to listen.

"There was a right old rumpus all day Wednesday in George Caspar"s house," Chico said. "It started at breakfast when that Inky Poole turned up and said Sid Halley had been asking questions that he, Inky Poole, didn"t like."

He paused for effect. I simply stared.



"Are you listening?" he said.

"Yes."

"You got your stone face act on again."

"Sorry."

"Then Brothersmith the vet turned up and heard Inky Poole letting off, and he said funny, Sid Halley had been around him asking questions too. About bad hearts, he said. Same horses as Inky Poole was talking about. Bethesda, Gleaner and Zingaloo. And how was Tri-Nitro"s heart, for good measure. My little dolly typist said you could"ve heard George Caspar blowing up all the way to Cambridge. He"s real touchy about those horses."

Trevor Deansgate, I thought coldly, had been at George Caspar"s for breakfast, and had heard every word.

"Of course," Chico said, "some time later they checked the studs, Garvey"s and Thrace"s, and found you"d been there too. My dolly says your name is mud." I rubbed my hand over my face. "Does your dolly know you were working with me?"

"Do us a favour. Of course not."

"Did she say anything else?" What the h.e.l.l am I asking for, I thought.

"Yeah. Well, she said Rosemary got on to George Caspar to change all the routine for the Sat.u.r.day morning gallop, nagged him all day Thursday and all day Friday and George Caspar was climbing the walls. And at the yard they had so much security they were tripping over their own alarm bells." He paused for breath. "After that she didn"t say much else on account of three martinis and time for tickle."

I sat on the arm of the sofa and stared at the carpet.

"Next morning," Chico said, "I watched the gallop, like I said. Your photos came in very handy. Hundreds of ruddy horses... Someone told me which were Caspar"s, and there was Inky Poole, scowling like in the pictures, so I just zeroed in on him and hung about. There was a lot of fuss when it came to Tri-Nitro. They took the saddle off and put a little one on, and Inky Poole rode on that."

"It was Inky Poole, then, who rode Tri-Nitro, same as usual?"

"They looked just like your pictures," Chico said. "Can"t swear to it more than that."

I stared some more at the carpet.

"So what do we do next?" he said.

"Nothing... We give Rosemary her money back and draw a line."

"But hey," Chico said in protest. "Someone got at the horse. You know they did."

"Not our business, any more."

I wished that he, too, would stop looking at me. I felt a distinct need to crawl into a hole and hide. The doorbell rang with the long peal of a determined thumb.

"We"re out," I said; but Chico went and answered it.

Rosemary Caspar swept past him, through the hall and into the sitting room, advancing in the old fawn raincoat and a fulminating rage. No scarf, no false curls, and no loving kindness.

"So there you are," she said forcefully. "I knew you"d be here, skulking out of sight. Your friend kept telling me when I telephoned that you weren"t here, but I knew he was lying."

"I wasn"t here," I said. As well try damming the St Lawrence with a twig. "You weren"t where I paid you to be, which was up in Newmarket. And I told you from the beginning that George wasn"t to find out you were asking questions, and he did, and we"ve been having one G.o.d-awful b.l.o.o.d.y row ever since, and now Tri-Nitro has disgraced us unbearably and it"s all your b.l.o.o.d.y fault."

Chico raised his eyebrows comically. "Sid didn"t ride it... or train it."

She glared at him with transferred hatred. "And he didn"t keep him safe, either."

"Er, no," Chico said. "Granted."

"As for you," she said, swinging back to me. "You"re a useless b.l.o.o.d.y humbug. It"s all rubbish, this detecting. Why don"t you grow up and stop playing games? All you did was stir up trouble, and I want my money back."

"Will a cheque do?" I said. "You"re not arguing, then?"

"No," I said.

"Do you mean you admit that you failed?"

After a small pause, I said, "Yes."

"Oh." She sounded as if I had unexpectedly deprived her of a good deal of what she had come to say, but while I wrote out a cheque for her she went on complaining sharply enough.

"All your ideas about changing the routine, they were useless. I"ve been on and on at George about security and taking care, and he says he couldn"t have done any more, no one could, and he"s in absolute despair- and I"d hoped, I"d really hoped, what a laugh, that somehow or other you would work a miracle, and that Tri-Nitro would win, because I was so sure, so sure... and I was right."

I finished writing. "Why were you always so sure?" I said.

"I don"t know. I just knew. I"ve been afraid of it for weeks... otherwise I would not have been so desperate as to try you, in the first place. And I might as well not have bothered... it"s caused so much trouble, and I can"t bear it. I can"t bear it. Yesterday was terrible. He should have won.... I knew he wouldn"t. I felt ill. I still feel ill."

She was trembling again. The pain in her face was acute. So many hopes, so much work had gone into Tri-Nitro, such anxiety and such care. Winning races was to a trainer like a film to a film maker. If you got it right, they applauded: wrong, and they booed. And either way you"d poured your soul into it, and your thoughts and your skill and weeks of worry. I understood what the lost race meant to George, and to Rosemary equally, because she cared so much.

"Rosemary..." I said, in useless sympathy.

"It"s pointless Brothersmith saying he must have had an infection," she said. "He"s always saying things like that. He"s so wet, I can"t stand him, always looking over his shoulder, I"ve never liked him. And it was his job anyway to check Tri-Nitro and he did, over and over, and there was nothing wrong with him, nothing. He went down to the post looking beautiful, and in the parade ring before that, there was nothing wrong, nothing. And then in the race, he just went backwards, and he finished... he came back... exhausted." There was a glitter of tears for a moment, but she visibly willed them from overwhelming her.

"They"ve done dope tests, I suppose," Chico said.

It angered her again. "Dope tests! Of course they have. What do you expect? Blood tests, urine tests, saliva tests, dozens of b.l.o.o.d.y tests. They gave George duplicate samples, and that"s why we"re down here, he"s trying to fix up with some private lab... but they won"t be positive. It will be like before... absolutely nothing."

I tore out the cheque and gave it to her, and she glanced at it blindly. "I wish I"d never come here. My G.o.d, I wish I hadn"t. You"re only a jockey. I should have known better. I don"t want to talk to you again. Don"t talk to me at the races, do you understand." I nodded. I did understand.

She turned abruptly to go away. "And for G.o.d"s sake don"t speak to George, either." She went alone out of the room, and out of the flat, and slammed the door.

Chico clicked his tongue and shrugged. "You can"t win them all," he said. "What could you do that her husband couldn"t, not to mention a private police force and half a dozen guard dogs?" He was excusing me, and we both knew it.

I didn"t answer.

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