The Case-Book of Sherlock Holmes

by Arthur Conan Doyle

He looked impatiently at his watch. “I had a new client calling, but he is overdue. By the way, Watson, you know something of racing?” “I ought to. I pay for it with about half my wound pension.” “Then I’ll make you my ‘Handy Guide to the Turf.’ What about Sir Robert Norberton? Does the name recall anything?” “Well, I should say so. He lives at Shoscombe Old Place, and I know it well, for my summer quarters were down there once. Norberton nearly came within your province once.” “How was that?” “It was when he horsewhipped Sam Brewer, the well-known Curzon Street money-lender, on Newmarket Heath. He nearly killed the man.” “Ah, he sounds interesting! Does he often indulge in that way?”