CHAPTER XV
THE MODERN VICE
So staggered was I that for the moment I almost forgot my disguise, and the r � le I was playing, and was on the point of hurrying over to Dulcie and asking her how she came to be there. That Mrs. Stapleton must have brought her, of course I guessed.
Fortunately I restrained myself just in time. Dulcie, I saw to my dismay, was not merely playing, but was deeply engrossed in the game. “Sandown Park” was the game in progress at that table, a game which to all intents is a series of horse-races, but whereas at a race-meeting only half a dozen or so races are run in an afternoon, the players at “Sandown Park” can back horses in half a dozen races in as many minutes. Judging by the interest she evidently took in the game, Dulcie must, I conjecture
