“There’s something mysterious going on.”
Martin was the speaker, and Amos was listening, all attention.
“Anything new?”
“Why, there’s rumors around the stables of strange happenings last night, but no one seems to know anything definite.”
“In what way?”
“That’s what I can’t find out. People were seen to pass out late in the night and drive hurriedly away in a carriage.”
“Nobody knows who they were?”
“The jockey who is to ride Denver Bay was seen talking to one of the strangers, but you can’t get a word out of him.”
“That’s strange.”
“It’s more than strange—it’s suspicious. But, after all, we have our own scheme to work, and I have every confidence in that.”
“You have the medicine?”
“Yes.”
“Well, you’d better give it to me now. There is no knowing when we will be together again.
