“Now in what way is that chap mixed up in it?” he asked himself. “He's hiding something, I am sure. He's a cool, hard-bitten man of the world, and nothing would frighten him in the ordinary way, and yet—yet when I caught him unawares just now he was very upset. It might almost have been that he thought I was going to arrest him. Now what is it?”
In his concentration he was so still that it almost seemed he was holding his breath, and then suddenly his face cleared, and he chuckled quietly to himself.
“But it was clever the way I got that out of him, about Queen of Night, to find out if that butler chap was lying to me. Slim never won forty-five pounds, or any part of it on a horse that started at three to one on. He was lying heavily when he said that.” He chuckled again. “And the doc ga
