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HE CAME OUT into the paddock like a man in a dream, did not even see the waiting Hillcott, who followed him through the crowd and out into the road, where the car was waiting. Hillcott spoke no word; one glance at Garry's face had told him all he wanted to know. He swung himself up by the side of the driver; the car turned and made for London.
Warned off! Garry repeated the words a dozen times without fully realizing what they meant. He had heard them before, but they had applied to odd and unpleasant people, the Hipplewaynes of life.