Have you gone mad? Maurice is at Aintree, he went up last night. He’s not here.” Myra was shocked by the distraught appearance of Tessa wielding her bread-knife, shouting for Maurice. Tessa sobbed, “He did it! He arranged it, I know he did! It’s just the trick he would pull – he is so vile! He arranged to get Lucky taken away–” Tessa was breathless and hysterical, and Myra calmed her down as best she could, removing the bread-knife at the first opportunity. She gathered what had happened from Tessa’s wild raving, and understood the seriousness of it. “It must be someone who knows Buffoon’s dependence on Lucky. But most people in racing know it, Tessa, it’s not a secret. The papers have reported it – they like those sort of sentimental stories – and all the lads in the the racecourse stables have seen Lucky, haven’t they? It’s not Maurice – how could he do such a thing when he’s already at Aintree?”
