bad if he bought us a round'
Paddy sighed with exasperation that anyone could be so simple.
'If you'd have been Eve, you'd have eaten the apple as soon as look at it.
You wouldn't have needed a serpent. '
'Oh well,' yawned Grits.
'I don't suppose he'll be there tomorrow. I heard him say something to Soupy about time getting short.'
They muttered and murmured and went to sleep, and I lay awake in the dark thinking that perhaps I had just heard something very interesting indeed. Certainly a trip down to the pub was indicated for the following evening.
With a wrench I stopped my eyes from shutting, got out of my warm bed, repaired again to the bathroom, and read for another four hours until I had finished the typescript. I sat on the bathroom floor with my back against the wall and stared sightlessly at the fixtures and fittings. There was nothing, not one single factor, that occurred in the life histories of all of the eleven microscopically investigated horses. No common denominator at all. There were quite a few things which were common to four or five but not often the same four or five like the make of saddles their jockeys used, the horse cube nuts they were fed with, or the auction rings they had been sold in: but the hopes I had had of finding a sizeable clue in those packages had altogether evaporated. Cold, stiff, and depressed, I crept back to bed.
The next evening at eight I walked alone down to Slaw, all the other lads saying they were skint until payday and that in any case they wanted to watch Z Cars on television.
'I thought you lost all your cash on Sparks at Cheltenham,' observed Grits.
'I've about two bob left,' I said, producing some pennies.
'Enough for a pint.'
The pub, as often on Wednesdays, was empty. There was no sign of Soupy or his mysterious friend, and having bought some beer I amused myself at the dart board, throwing one-to-twenty sequences, and trying to make a complete ring in the trebles. Eventually I pulled the darts out of the board, looked at my watch, and decided I had wasted the walk;
and it was at that moment that a man appeared in the doorway, not from the street, but from the saloon bar next door. He held a glass of gently fizzing amber liquid and a slim cigar in his left hand and pushed open the door with his right. Looking me up and down, he said, 'Are you a stable lad?'
'Yes.'
'Granger's or Inskip's?'
'Inskip's.'
'Hmm.' He came farther into the room and let the door swing shut behind him.
'There's ten bob for you if you can get one of your lads down here tomorrow night… and as much beer as you can both drink.'
I looked interested.
'Which lad?' I asked.
'Any special one? Lots of them will be down here on Friday.'
'Well, now, it had better be tomorrow, I think. Sooner the better, I always say. And as for which lad… er… you tell me their names and I'll pick one of them… how's that?'
I thought it was damn stupid, and also that he wished to avoid asking too directly, too memorably for. well. for me?
'OK. Paddy, Grits, Wally, Steve, Ron…' I paused.
'Go on,' he said.
'Reg, Norman, Dave, Jeff, Clan, Mike…'
His eyes brightened.
'Clan,' he said.
'That's a sensible sort of name.
Bring Clan. '
'I am Clan,' I said.
There was an instant in which his balding scalp contracted and his eyes narrowed in annoyance.
'Stop playing games,' he said sharply.
'It was you,' I pointed out gently, 'who began it. '
He sat down on one of the benches and carefully put his drink down on the table in front of him.
'Why did you come here tonight, alone?' he asked.
'I was thirsty.'
There was a brief silence while he mentally drew up a plan of campaign. He was a short stocky man in a dark suit a size too small, the jacket hanging open to reveal a monogrammed cream shirt and golden silk tie. His fingers were fat and short, and a roll of flesh overhung his coat collar at the back, but there was nothing soft in the way he looked at me.
At length he said, 'I believe there is a horse in your stable called Sparking Plug?'
'Yes.'
'And he runs at Leicester on Monday?'
'As far as I know.'
'What do you think his chances are?' he asked.
'Look, do you want a tip, mister, is that what it is? Well, I do Sparking Plug myself and I'm telling you there isn't an animal in next Monday's race to touch him.'
'So you expect him to win?'
'Yes, I told you.'
'And you'll bet on him I suppose.'
'Of course.'
'With half your pay? Four pounds, perhaps?'
'Maybe.'
'But he'll be favourite. Sure to be. And at best you'll probably only get even money. Another four quid. That doesn't sound much, does it, when I could perhaps put you in the way of winning… a hundred?'
'You're barmy,' I said, but with a sideways leer that told him that I wanted to hear more.
He leaned forward with confidence.
'Now you can say no if you want to. You can say no, and I'll go away, and no one will be any the wiser, but if you play your cards right I could do you a good turn.'
'What would I have to do for a hundred quid?' I asked flatly.
He looked round cautiously, and lowered his voice still farther.
'Just add a little something to Sparking Plug's feed on Sunday night.
Nothing to it, you see? Dead easy. '
'Dead easy,' I repeated: and so it was.
'You're on, then?' he looked eager.
'I don't know your name,' I said.
'Never you mind.' He shook his head with finality.
'Are you a bookmaker?'
'No,' he said.
'I'm not. And that's enough with the questions. Are you on?'
'If you're not a bookmaker,' I said slowly, thinking my way, 'and you are willing to pay a hundred pounds to make sure a certain favourite doesn't win, I'd guess that you didn't want just to make money backing all the other runners, but that you intend to tip off a few bookmakers that the race is fixed, and they'll be so grateful they'll pay you say, fifty quid each, at the very least. There are about eleven thousand bookmakers in Britain. A nice big market. But I expect you go to the same ones over and over again. Sure of your welcome, I should think. '
His face was a study of consternation and disbelief, and I realized I had hit the target, bang on.
'Who told you…' he began weakly.
'I wasn't born yesterday,' I said with a nasty grin.
'Relax. No one told me.' I paused.
