Edgar Wallace

“ But Pinlow had not finished. He chose the moment to discuss with Mr Callander the evils of racing. Scraps of the conversation floated down to the nervous girl who strove a little incoherently to prevent the conversation flagging.
“No honest man can make racing pay,” drawled the insistent voice. “... fools make money by sheer luck, rogues by sheer swindling ... in a country where stewards can be got at, of course it is easy to avoid exposure ...” ”

“ Lord Pinlow laughed.
“Don’t play for money, I suppose; really you racing men——”
Brian swung round, a little smile on his face.
“We racing men,” he mocked; “aren’t you a racing man?”
“Not exactly,” said Pinlow, knocking the ash off his cigar. ”

“ He left the grounds by the front—it was too dark to negotiate the wall—and walked along the unlit lane that led to the village.
Half-way down the hill he heard his name called and looked back, putting his suit-case carefully on one side of the road, for he recognized the voice. ”