When the horse that wins a race gallops in with frothing mouth and popping eyes, what is more natural than to suspect that someone¿s slipped a booster into his oats? With eleven steeplechasers hurtling over the finish line in this pepped up states and all the dope tests conclusively negative, the Earl of October had something of a problem if he wanted to preserve the health of his favorite sport. What he needed was an insider's view of the stables, a planted stable lad with an outer appearance shifty enough to attract the seedier element in the racing world and a nose sharp enough to smell out foul play. What he needed was Daniel Roke.
©1965 Dick Francis; (P)2014 Audible, Inc.