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TO WENDA PANNIFORD, sitting in the little office of the secretary, every minute seemed an hour. One by one she heard the witnesses called, and waited with some apprehension for the moment when she would be summoned.
She had never dreamed that all this fuss would be made, or that an inquiry by the Stewards of the Jockey Club carried with it the unpleasant atmosphere of a law court. It was mean of Garry to demand that she should give evidence at all. The secretary had told her that there was a possibility that her presence would be dispensed with. Then he had dropped in for a second to warn her that Garry wanted her evidence taken before the Stewards. How like Garry to humiliate her!