He had discovered a drinking establishment on the Ridgely Road where the occupants were delighted to talk with practiced ease under the influence of drinks bought for them by his lordship, who was a “regular right one," according to these same fellows. They seemed to know everything that was going on in the district, but had submitted nothing more exciting than Parnham’s new carriage for his troubles. On the second night, however, well into the evening, a strapping young man entered the room whom he hadn’t seen before. The youth was of a stolid and uncommunicative nature, and it took Rossmere several heavy wets to induce this Jem to remark on whether he’d seen anything out of the ordinary during the last few weeks. “Can’t say as I have,” the young man drawled. “ ‘Cept the horse, mebbe.” "What horse would that be?” Rossmere asked, gearing himself to great patience. “Reason I thought of it were ‘cause of your Ascot, you know. Fine horse, Ascot.” “Yes. He used to be Richard Bower’s.”
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