I said to myself: 'I am going to the Derby.

I will take the fifty pounds, and I'll put it on a horse for Shiel.' He had talked so much to my brother about Flamingo, and I had seen him go wrong so often, that I had a feeling if I put it on a horse that Shiel particularly banned, it would probably win.

He had been wrong nearly every time for two years.

It was his money, and if it won, it would make him happy; and if it didn't win, well, he didn't know the money existed--I was sure of that; and, anyhow, I could replace it.

I put it on a horse he condemned utterly, but of which one or two people spoke well.