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"
Well
,
it
is
all
in
the
main
line
of
my
business
.
I
am
a
journalist
on
the
Gazette
.
"
"
Of
course
--
you
said
so
when
you
took
it
on
.
By
the
way
,
I
've
got
a
small
job
for
you
,
if
you
'll
help
me
.
"
"
With
pleasure
.
"
"
Do
n't
mind
takin
'
a
risk
,
do
you
?
"
"
What
is
the
risk
?
"
"
Well
,
it
's
Ballinger
--
he
's
the
risk
.
You
've
heard
of
him
?
"
"
No
.
"
"
Why
,
young
fellah
,
where
HAVE
you
lived
?
Sir
John
Ballinger
is
the
best
gentleman
jock
in
the
north
country
.
I
could
hold
him
on
the
flat
at
my
best
,
but
over
jumps
he
's
my
master
.
Well
,
it
's
an
open
secret
that
when
he
's
out
of
trainin
'
he
drinks
hard
--
strikin
'
an
average
,
he
calls
it
.
He
got
delirium
on
Toosday
,
and
has
been
ragin
'
like
a
devil
ever
since
.
His
room
is
above
this
.
The
doctors
say
that
it
is
all
up
with
the
old
dear
unless
some
food
is
got
into
him
,
but
as
he
lies
in
bed
with
a
revolver
on
his
coverlet
,
and
swears
he
will
put
six
of
the
best
through
anyone
that
comes
near
him
,
there
's
been
a
bit
of
a
strike
among
the
serving-men
.
He
's
a
hard
nail
,
is
Jack
,
and
a
dead
shot
,
too
,
but
you
ca
n't
leave
a
Grand
National
winner
to
die
like
that
--
what
?
"
"
What
do
you
mean
to
do
,
then
?
"
I
asked
.
"
Well
,
my
idea
was
that
you
and
I
could
rush
him
.
He
may
be
dozin
'
,
and
at
the
worst
he
can
only
wing
one
of
us
,
and
the
other
should
have
him
.
If
we
can
get
his
bolster-cover
round
his
arms
and
then
'
phone
up
a
stomach-pump
,
we
'll
give
the
old
dear
the
supper
of
his
life
.
"
