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Inconsequence,Lewisdroveprestigioushorsestobigmeetings.TheWatermeadstableatthatmomenthoused'Cla.s.sic'contenders,withrepresentativerunnersinboththeGuineasandOaks;andallofthedrivershadalreadyputtheirmoneyontheWatermeadstarthree-year-oldcolt,IrkabAlhawawhich,ifallwentwell,LewiswouldbedrivingtoEpsom,inJune,fortheDerby.
Hewas,thatmorning,settingofftoFrancetocollecttwotwo-year-oldsthatanownerhadboughttobetrainedinMichael'syard.Ashewasgoingalone,withoutareliefdriver-agreedwithMichael-hewouldhavetotakereststopsonthewayandwouldn'tbebackuntilMondayevening.Hewouldsleepasusualinhiscab,whichhepreferred.
Icheckedwithhimthathehadtherightdoc.u.mentsandfoodandwaterforthetwo-year-olds,andwatchedhimsetoffcheerfullyontheerrand.
Harvehavinggonethroughtherestoftheday'sprogrammeagainwithme,Isetoffmyselftowardschillygale-sweptSalisburyPlaintogettogripswiththeyo-yoshuttlewhichcouldtakeuntileveningandgivemeaheadache.Theheadachewouldresultfromthevoiceandpersonalityofthetraineronthemove,aforcefulladyinherfiftieswiththeintonationandoccasionallythevocabularyofabarrack-roomparrot.Iwantedneverthelesstopleaseher,aimingforallherfuturebusiness.
ShestrodeacrosstotheboxwhenIpulledupinheryardandproducedthefirstsquawkoftheday.
'Theboss.h.i.+mself!'sheproclaimedironically,seeingmyface.'Whythehonour?'
'Flu,'Isaidsuccinctly.'Morning,Marigold.'
Shepeeredbeyondmetotheemptypa.s.sengerseats.'Didn'tyoubringahandler?Yoursecretarysaidtherewouldbetwoofyou.'
'He'shadtodrivetoday.Sorry.'
Sheclickedhertongueinirritation.'Halfmyladshavegotthebug.It'sapest.'
Ijumpeddownfromthecabandloweredthetworampswhileshewatchedandgrumbled,awiryfigureinapaddedjacketandwoollyhat,hernosebluewithcold.ShewasmovingtoPixhill,she'dtoldtheracingpress,becauseitwaswarmerforthehorses.
She'dmadelistslayingouttheorderinwhichherstringwastotravel.HerdepletedforceofladsledthehorsesuptherampsintotheboxandIboltedthepart.i.tionsroundthemuntilthefirstninewereinstalled.
Marigold-MrsEnglish,astheladscalledher-encouragedtheloadingwithvariousraucousepithetsandanoverallairofimpatience.IcertainlycouldhavedonewithDave'sknackofimpartingconfidencetohorseswhileleadingthemupramps:Marigold'smethodtendedtofrightenthemupwardssothatIboltedseveralofthemquiveringandwild-eyedintotheirstalls.
ShehaddecidedtodriveherselfinhercartoPixhilltobereadyinthenewyardwhenIandthehorsesarrived.Fourofherladstravelledwithmeinthecab,allofthemapparentlyenthusiasticoverthemove,thenight-lifeofPixhillbeingseenashotlywickedwhencomparedwiththewindsofStonehenge.
HernewyardwasanoldyardinPixhill,nowmodernisedandenlarged.ItsfirstnineinhabitantsclattereddowntherampsandweredirectedloudlytotheirnewhomesbyMarigoldwithalist.Ishovelledthedroppingsontomucksackssuppliedbyherladsandputthewagons.h.i.+p-shapeforthesecondforay.
Pleased,MarigoldtoldmethatasIwasdoingtheworkmyselfshewouldn'tneedtotravelbackwardsandforwardsalldaytosuperviseandwouldentrustthenextloadingtomeentirely.Shegavemethelist.Ithankedher.Shelookedonmekindly.IthoughtwithsatisfactionthatIwouldgluehertomeasapermanentcustomerbynightfall.
WithsuchprofitablethoughtsIsetoffbacktoSalisburyPlainandhadmycomplacenceshatteredbyJoggeronthephone.
'HihoSilver,'hesaidcheerfully,'we'vegotanothercoupleofLoneRangers.'
'Jogger...you'velostme.'
'Limpets,'hesaidhelpfully.'Barnacles.Stucktothes.h.i.+ps'bottoms.'
'Whereareyou,exactly?'Iasked.
'Inyouroffice.'
'Istheresomeoneelsewithyou?'
'Nothingwrongwithyouruptake,isthere?DoyouwanttotalktoConstableSmith?He'sherenow.'
'Wait,'Isaid,'doyoumeanwhat.i.thinkyoumean?ForLoneRangers,doIunderstand...strangers?'
'Yougot.i.t.'
'Likethecashbox?'
'Like,butnottwins.'Joggerpaused,lettingmeheararumblefromSandySmith'sfamiliarvoice.'ConstableSmith,'Joggersaid,'wantstoknowwhenyou'llbeback.Hesaystherewasawarrantoutforthatstiff.'
CHAPTER3.
IspoketoSandy.
'Whatwarrant?Whatfor?'
'Fraud.Dudcheques.Skippinghotelswithoutpaying.Pettystuff,mostly,itseems.TheNottinghampolicewantedhim.'
'Toobad,'Isaid.
'Hadyoueverseenhimbefore,Freddie?'
'NotthatIknowof.'
'He'dwelshedonabookieortwo.'
Peoplewhofailedtopaybookmakersweren'tnecessarilymybestbuddies,asIpointedout.
'No,'Sandyagreed,'buthemusthavehadsomethingtodowithracingifheaskedforaliftinahorsebox.'
'Davesaidhewaspropositioningatankerdriverfirst.Maybehehadsomethingtodowithoil.'
'Oh,veryfunny.'
'Letmeknowtheresultofthepost-mortem,w.i.l.l.you?'
'Well,allright,butIdon'texpectI'llget.i.ttoday.'
'Anytime,'Isaid.'Comeinforadrink.'
Helikedtodothat,becausesometimesIwouldkeephimuptodatewithanylocalvillainyIdidn'tlikethelookof.Ontheotherhand,thevillainygoingonontheundersidesofmyboxesneededmoreunderstandingbefore,orifever,ItoldSandyabout.i.t.
IspoketoJoggeragainbriefly,askinghimtophonemewithoutfailwhenhereturnedfromSurrey.
'Won'thammerorbucket.'
WithasighIheardhimdisconnectandreachedMarigold'soldyardagainbeforeitclicked.Hammerandnailorbucketandpail.
Fail.
MostofthewayIthoughtinsteadofthelimpetsandwonderedwhattodoaboutthem.IthoughtImightusefullysetupanopportunityforadvicewithoutcommittingmyself,soIpulledthehorseboxintoaroadsideparkings.p.a.ce,fishedoutmydiaryforthenumberandgotthroughtotheSecuritysectionoftheJockeyClubinPortmanSquareinLondon,askingfortheheadman.
EveryoneprofessionallyengagedinracingknewPatrickVenablesbynameandmostofthembysight.Transgressorswishedtheydidn't.SuchsinsasI'dbeenguiltyofhavingluckilyescapedhisnotice,IcouldgotohimforhelpwhenIneededitandprobablybebelieved.
FortunatelyIfoundhiminhisoffice.IaskedhimifhewouldbyanychancebegoingtoSandownracesthenextday.
'Yes,butI'malsogoingthisafternoon,'hesaid.'Ifit'surgent,cometoday.'
Iexplainedaboutthefluandthedrivershortage.'ButIcandriveoneofmyboxestoSandowntomorrow,'Isaid.
'Right.Outsidetheweighing-room.'
'Thanksverymuch.'
Iresumedthejourney,loadedtheappointedhorses,drovethemandthetwoladstojoinMarigold.ShetoldmeloudlyIshouldhavebroughtmorethantwoladswithninehorsesandIexplainedthatherheadladhadsaidtwoonly,he'dhadanotheronegohomesickandhewasn'tfeelingtoowellhimself.
'Blasttheman,'shescreeched.
'Youcan'targuewithavirus,'Isaidpacifyingly.
'I'vegottogetallthehorsesoverheretoday,'sheyelled.
'Yes,well,wewill.'
Icleanedoutthebox,smiledrea.s.suringly,shutuptherampsandmadethethirdlegoftheshuttle.Twenty-sevendeliveries,Ithought,seeingthethirdloadrattledowntherampsintotheirnewhome,andsupposedlytwomoretripstomake,thoughtheheadladhadominouslytoldmeMrsEnglishhadn'tcountedright,she'doverlookedherownhackandtwounbrokentwo-year-olds.
Theyardswereapproximatelythirtymilesapartandeachshuttle,withloadingandunloading,wastakingmmetwohours.Byduskatsevenintheeveningallb.u.t.theoddmentsweresafelysettledinandMarigoldforoncelookedtired.Herheadladhadgivenbesttothefluandgonehometobedandmyownmuscleswereaching.WhenIsuggestedfinis.h.i.+ngthejobearlythenextmorning,theladyresignedlyagreed.Itentativelykissedhercheek,anintimacyIwouldnormallynothaveattempted,andtomyutterastonishmenthereyesfilledwithtears,instantlyrepudiatedwithashakeofherwoolly-hattedhead.
Ioffered,'It'sbeenalongday.'
'AdayI'velookedforwardto...andplanned...foryears.'
'ThenI'mgladitwentOK.'
Shewaslonely,Iperceived,surprised,thehardouterladyagallantwayofplayingthecardslifehaddealther.IknewmoreoverthatIhadindeedsecuredherfuturebusiness,andwashappyI'dhadtodotheshuttlemyself.
Leavinghertrudgingwithrevivingvoiceroundthenewstables,Idrovethenine-boxalongtothefarmyard,pulledupbythepumpsandwroteupthelogbooks,boththebox'sandmyown.I'dspokentoIsobelonthephoneseveraltimesduringtheday,hearingatonepointthatJerichoRichhadactuallyturnedupinherofficecheckingherrecords.Cheek,Ithought.I'dalsolearnedfromHarvethatalltheplannedworkhadbeencompletedwithouttroubleexceptthatoneofJogger'spairofbroodmareshadstartedtofoalonthewaytoSurreyandthatJogger,mechanic,hadunwillinglybecomemidwife.
Joggerinhisturnhadreportedtheincidenttomewithshockedindignationbecausethestudgroomatthedestinationhadrefusedtomovethemarefromthehorseboxuntilthefoalingwascomplete,delayingJogger'sreturntoPixhillbyacoupleofhours.Jogger,itappeared,hadneverseenafoalbornbefore:hehadfounditbotheye-openinganddisgusting.
'Didyouknowthemareeatsallthatstuff?Fairturnedmeup.'
'Don'tthinkabout.i.t,'Iadvisedhim.'Tellmewhichboxeshavesproutedlittlestrangers.'
'Eh?Oh...Phil'sandtheoneDave'sdriving,whichisPat'sboxusually.But,see,mostoftheothershadgoneoutbythetimeIfoundthose.Theremaybemore.'
Hesoundedcheerful,b.u.t.thenitwasn'thisbusinessatstake.BythetimeI'dcompletedthelogbooks,filledthetanksandmovedthenine-boxtothecornerwherewecustomarilycleanedthefleet,hehadstillnotreturned.
Underthestrongoutdoorlights,Ihoseddownthenine-boxandsqueegeedthewindows,notabigjobforonceastheweatherhadbeendryallday.Inthefarmyard,thecleaningwatercameoutlikeamistunderpressure,driventhroughapumpwithcompressedair:moreeffectiveandmoreeconomicalwithwaterthanaplainhose.
Theinteriortookmemoretime,asforty-fivehorsesandarelayofladshadlefttheirmarkdespitetheintermittentsweepingsout,andIwasdog-tiredmyselfbythetimeI'dmoppedthefloorswithdisinfectantandfastenedallthepart.i.tionsreadyforthemorrow.
Thefrontcabitselfwasamess,litteredwithscrewed-upsandwichwrappersandawashwiththeropes,reinsandotherparaphernaliausedandborrowedfromtheunderseatlocker.
Iopenedthelockerandreplacedallthegearinit.Eveninsidethelocker,theladshadlefttheirmeal-remains.Ipickedoutasmallpapercarrierandreplaceditwithacoupleofre-foldedhorserugs.Shuttingthelid,Inoticedagainthestainontheseatfromthepreviousnightandwonderedhowtogetridofit,shortofre-coveringthewholething.Certainlynoneoftheladsthathadsatonitthatdayhadcomplained,b.u.t.thentheyhadn'tknownaboutKevinKeithOgden'slastride.
SmilingashaderuefullyIswepttherubbis.h.i.+ntothesackI'dprovidedb.u.t.theladshadresolutelyignored,andstooditbesidethesmallcarrierwhichwouldhavegoneintothesackalso,exceptthat.i.tprovedheavierthanemptyandcontained,Ifound,athermosflaskandapacketofuneatensandwiches.Yawning,IthoughtIwouldget.i.tbacktoMarigold'sladsinthemorning,whetherornotIdidthelastshuttlemyself.
FinallyIdrovetheboxalongtoitsusualparkings.p.a.ce,lockedeverything,threwtherubbishsackintoourownskip,carriedthethermosflaskandbagintotheofficesandtypedmyday'srecordsintoIsobel'scomputer.Thatdone,Isatforawhilecallingtothescreentherequirementsforthenextday,tryingtoworkoutifwewouldhaveenoughdriversandhopingnooneelsewouldbeillbythemorning.
IphonedJoggertofindoutwherehewas.Tenminutesfromtheboozer,hesaid.Theboozer,Jogger'snaturalhome,wasthepubwherehedrankwithhiscronieseverynight.Tenminutestotheboozermeantmaybetwelvetothefarm.
'Don'tstopontheway,'Isaid.
WhileIwaitedforhimIranthroughthecomputernotesfortheday;everything,that'stosay,thathadbeenenteredbeforeIsobelandRosehadleftatfouro'clock.
Theonlyhiccup,averyminorone,seemedtohavebeenthatMichaelWatermead'sfillieshadsetoffanhourandahalflatetoNewmarket.
'Nigelreported,'thescreeninformedme,'ladsfromNewmarketdidn'tshowuntilten-thirty.Tessa'smessageyesterdayorderedboxforninea.m.Nigelsetoffwithfilliesateleven.ReportedarrivalNewmarketone-thirty.ReportedleavingNewmarkettwo-thirty.'
Nigelhadreturneduneventfully,Harvehadsaid,andhisboxstoodcleanands.h.i.+pshapeinitsaccustomedplace.
TheTessainquestionwasMichael'sdaughter,sonoone'sheadwouldrolloverthemistake;mixupsovertimewerealltoocommon.Ifthatwastheworstthathadhappenedithadbeenanear-perfectwork-day.
Isobelslastsnippetofinformationread,'MrRichinpersoncalledattheoffice,checkingourrecordsonhistransfer.Isatisfiedhimonallpoints.'
Jogger'slightsswoopedinthroughthegatesandherolledalongtothepumps.Iwentouttomeethimandfoundhimstillshakenbytheconfrontationwiththeb.l.o.o.d.yrealitiesofbirth.Imyselfhadseenseveralfoalsandotheranimalsdeliveredbutnever,Iidlyreflected,anactualhumanbaby.WouldI,Iwondered,havefounditmoretraumatic?Myonlychild,adaughter,hadbeenborninmyabsencetoagirlwho'dpersuadedanothermanhewasthefather,andmarriedhimquickly.Isawthemallsometimes,alongwiththeirtwosubsequentchildren,butIfeltfewpaternallongingsandknewIwouldneverseektoprovethetruth.
Joggerfilledhistanks,movedtothecleaningareaandgrumbledhiswaythroughthemoppingout.InthebeliefthatifIinterruptedIwouldbeleftwithanincompletejob,Iwaiteduntilhe'dfinishedbeforeIaskedhimthevitalquestion.
'Whereexactlyaretheselimpetstrangers?'
'You'llneverseetheminthedark,'hesaid,sniffing.
'Jogger...'
'Yeah,well,youcan'thardlyseetheminbroaddaylight-'hewipedhisnoseonthebackofhishand,'unlessyouwanttogetunderonthesliderwithatorch?'
'No.'
'Didn'tthinkso.'
'Justtellmeaboutthem.'
Hewalkedalongtherowwithme,pointing.
'Phil'sbox.Ihaditoverthepit.There'satubecontainerstuckontopoftherearfueltank,inthats.p.a.ceabovethetankbutunderthebox'sfloor.It's.h.i.+ddenbythesideofthehorsebox,andyoucan'tseeiteitherfromthefrontorthebackoftheboxifyou'relookingcasuallyunderthecha.s.sis.b.l.o.o.d.yneatjob.'