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      Julia and Carlotta made helpless noises. Bruno kicked at a loose-box door. Ricky felt sick. Inside the house Jasper could be heard talking on the telephone.

      ‘What’s he doing?’ Mr Harkness demanded hopelessly. ‘Who’s he talking to? What’s he saying!’?

      ‘He’s getting a doctor,’ Julia said, ‘and an ambulance.’

      ‘And the vet?’ Mr Harkness demanded. ‘Is he getting the vet? Is he getting Bob Blacker, the vet? She may have broken her leg, you know. She may have to be destroyed. Have you thought of that? And there she lies looking so awful. Somebody ought to close the eyes. I can’t, but somebody ought to.’

      Ricky, to his great horror, felt hysteria rise in his throat. Mr Harkness rambled on, his voice clotted with tears. It was almost impossible to determine when he spoke of his niece and when of his sorrel mare. ‘And what about the hacks?’ he asked. ‘They ought to be unsaddled and rubbed down and fed. She ought to be seeing to them. She sinned. She sinned in the sight of the Lord! It may have led to hell-fire. More than probable. What about the hacks?’

      ‘Bruno,’ Julia said. ‘Could you?’

      Bruno, with evident relief, went into the nearest loose-box. Characteristic sounds – snorts, occasional stamping, the clump of a saddle dumped across the half-door and the bang of an iron against wood – lent an air of normality to the stable yard.

      Mr Harkness dived into the next-door box so suddenly that he raised a clatter of hooves.

      He could be heard soothing the grey hack: ‘Steady girl. Stand over,’ and interrupting himself with an occasional sob.

      ‘This is too awful,’ Julia breathed. ‘What can one do?’

      Carlotta said: ‘Nothing.’

      Ricky said: ‘Shall I see if I can get him a drink?’

      ‘Brandy? Or something?’

      ‘He may have given it up because of hell-fire,’ Julia suggested. ‘It might send him completely bonkers.’

      ‘I can but try.’

      He went into the house by the back-door, and following the sound of Jasper’s voice, found him at the telephone in an office where Mr Harkness evidently did his bookkeeping.

      Jasper said: ‘Yes. Thank you. As quick as you can, won’t you?’ and hung up the receiver. ‘What now?’ he asked. ‘How is he?’

      ‘As near as damn it off his head. But he’s doing stables at the moment. The girls thought, perhaps a drink.’

      ‘I doubt if we’ll find any.’

      ‘Should we look?’

      ‘I don’t know. Should we? Might it send him utterly cuckoo?’

      ‘That’s what we wondered,’ said Ricky.

      Jasper looked round the room and spotted a little corner cupboard. After a moment’s hesitation he opened the door and was confronted with a skull-and-crossbones badly drawn in red ink and supported by a legend:

      BEWARE!

      This Way Lies Damnation!!!

      The card on which this information was inscribed had been hung round the neck of a whisky bottle.

      ‘In the face of that,’ Ricky said, ‘what should we do?’

      ‘I’ve no idea. But I know what I’m going to do,’ said Jasper warmly. He unscrewed the cap and took a fairly generous pull at the bottle. ‘I needed that,’ he gasped and offered it to Ricky.

      ‘No, thanks,’ Ricky said. ‘I feel sick already.’

      ‘It takes all sorts,’ Jasper observed, wiping his mouth and returning the bottle to the cupboard. ‘The doctor’s coming,’ he said. ‘And so’s the vet.’ He indicated a list of numbers above the telephone. ‘And the ambulance.’

      ‘Good,’ said Ricky.

      ‘They all said: “Don’t move her.”’

      ‘Good.’

      ‘The vet meant the mare.’

      ‘Naturally.’

      ‘God,’ said Jasper. ‘This is awful.’

      ‘Yes. Awful.’

      ‘Shall we go out?’

      ‘Yes.’

      They returned to the stable yard. Bruno and Mr Harkness were still in the loose-boxes. There was a sound of munching and an occasional snort.

      Jasper put his arm round his wife. ‘OK?’ he asked.

      ‘Yes. You’ve been drinking.’

      ‘Do you want some?’

      ‘No.’

      ‘Where’s Bruno?’

      Julia jerked her head at the loose-boxes. ‘Come over here,’ she said, and drew the two men towards the car. Carlotta was in the driver’s seat, smoking.

      ‘Listen,’ Julia said. ‘About Bruno. You know what he’s thinking, of course?’

      ‘What?’

      ‘He’s thinking it’s his fault. Because he jumped the gap first. So she thought she could.’

      ‘Not his fault if she did.’

      ‘That’s what I say,’ said Carlotta.

      ‘Try and persuade Bruno of it! He was told not to and now see what’s come of it. That’s the way he’s thinking.’

      ‘Silly little bastard,’ said his brother uneasily.

      Ricky said: ‘She’d made up her mind to do it before we got here. She’d have done it if Bruno had never appeared on the scene.’

      ‘Yes, Ricky,’ Julia said eagerly. ‘That’s just it. That’s the line we must take with Bruno. Do say all that to him, won’t you? How right you are.’

      ‘There’ll be an inquest, of course, and it’ll come out,’ Jasper said. ‘Bruno’s bit’ll come out.’

      ‘Hell,’ said Carlotta.

      A car appeared, rounded the corner of the house and pulled up. The driver, a man in a tweed suit carrying a professional bag, got out.

      ‘Dr Carey?’ Jasper asked.

      ‘Blacker’s the name. I’m the vet. Where’s Cuth? What’s up, anyway?’

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