There was nothing more to see, and Dortmunder had reached the corner! On his way out from the weighing-room he passed Arthur Morrison, who cast an inattentive eye over his racing colours and said, 'Oh yes … well, don't make too much of a mess of it.'
Morrison was still thinking about the difference the chestnut's death was going to make to his fortunes and he didn't notice the spasm of irritation that twisted Chick's petulant face.