As they came down the home straight, the jockey gave his horse Larry Dooley.

She procured some rat poison, went to the spring house and put two teaspoons of the poison in some smear case. When the family sat down to breakfast on Wednesday morning, June 24, the smear case was placed on the table for their ...

[…] head, neck, and whole under parts fine but very deep crimson or pompadour-colour […]

‘Perhaps you would like to tell me what kept you?’ ‘Not really, sir.’ Something of a gasp ran around the form-room. This was going it a bit strong, even for Healey. ‘I beg your pardon?’