It seemed however to be agreed that nothing could be done.  Silverbridge would not lend himself at all to those who suspected mischief.  He was miserable enough, but in this great trouble he would not separate himself from Tifto.  ’I don’t believe a word of all that,’ he said to Mr Lupton.

‘It ought to be investigated at any rate.’

’Mr Pook may do as he likes, but I will have nothing to do with it.’

Then Tifto came to him swaggering.  Tifto had to go through a considerable amount of acting, for which he was not very well adapted.  The Captain would have done it better.  He would have endeavoured to put himself altogether into the same boat with his partner, and would have imagined neither suspicion or enmity on his partner’s part till suspicion or enmity had been shown.  But Tifto, who had not expected that the matter should be allowed to pass over without some inquiry, began by assuming that Silverbridge would think of evil of him.  Tifto, who at this moment would have given all that he had in the world not to have done the deed, who now hated the instigator of the deed, and felt something almost akin to love for Silverbridge, found himself to be forced by circumstances to defend himself by swaggering.  ’I don’t understand all this that’s going on, my Lord,’ he said.

‘Neither do I,’ replied Silverbridge.

’Any horse is subject to an accident.  I am, I suppose, as great a sufferer as you are, and deuced sight less able to bear it.’

’Who said anything to the contrary?  As for bearing it, we must take it as it comes,—­both of us.  You may as well know now as later that I have done with racing—­for ever.’

’What do you do you tell me that for?  You can do as you like and I can do as I like about that.  If I had my way about the horse this never would have happened.  Taking a horse out at that time in the morning,—­before a race!’

‘Why, you went out with him yourself.’

’Yes;—–­by Pook’s orders.  You allowed Pook to do just as he pleased.  I should like to know what money Pook had got on it, and which way he laid it.’  This disgusted Silverbridge so much that he turned away and would have no more to say to Tifto.

Before one o’clock, at which hour it was stated nominally that the races would commence, general opinion had formed itself,—­and general opinion had nearly hit the truth.  General opinion declared that the nail had been driven in wilfully,—­that it had been done by Tifto himself, and that Tifto had been instigated by Captain Green.  Captain Green perhaps overacted his part a little.  His intimacy with the Major was well known, and yet, in all this turmoil, he kept himself apart as though he had no interest in the matter.  ’I have got my little money on, and what little I have I lose,’ he said in answer to inquiries.  But everyone knew that he could not but have a great interest in a race, as to which the half owner of the favourite was a