Just then on the summit of her cab the Tricon, who had not moved till that moment, began waving her hand and giving her bookmaker her orders above the heads of the crowd.

Her instinct had at last prompted her; she was backing Nana.
La Faloise meanwhile was making an insufferable noise.

He was getting wild over Frangipane.
"I've an inspiration," he kept shouting.

"Just look at Frangipane.

What an action, eh?
I back Frangipane at eight to one.