t event. There were
thousands of visitors in the city; it was easy to pick out the
strangers.

Evelyn Berkeley's house overlooked Regent's Park. It was some way out
of town, but she found this recompensed by the view, and it was easy to
get about in her motor. Alan Chesney called when he arrived in London,
before her visitors came.

Conversation turned on the Derby and the Epsom meeting generally.

"Merry Monarch is my tip," she said. "I had it from the Baron; he
fancies his horse tremendously."

"It would be a popular win," answered Alan.

"Have you heard anything?"

"The tip at the club last night was Gold Star," he said.

"The favorite?"

"A very hot favorite. I fancy he'll be even money on Wednesday. Have
you known Baron Childs long?"

"Some months; I was introduced to him at Goodwood last year, in fact he
was one of the house party at Colonel Buxton's."

"Very rich man, is he not?" asked Alan.

"A millionaire I believe; he is very unassuming, I like him," she said.

Alan smiled as he said:

"He is a bachelor, the head of a great banking firm, I wonder he does
not marry."

"He has a wide choice, many lovely women would be glad of a chance to
accept him."

Alan wondered if the Baron had given a thought to Evelyn Berkeley; it
was highly probable.

"The all-scarlet jacket has won many big races but not a Derby; perhaps
it's his turn this year," said Alan.

"I hope so, I have backed Merry Monarch," she said.

"I called to give you some information about my horses. I am likely to
win three races, so my trainer says, and he is not an over-confident
man."

"Lucky fellow, three races in Derby week; your colors will be worth
following."

"On the opening day Robin Hood should win the Epsom Plate," said Alan.

"That will be a good beginning. We shall all have our pockets filled
for Derby Day," laughed Evelyn.

"He's a pretty good horse, make a note of him."

"I shan't forget, no need to write down the names of your horses," she
replied.

"The Duke has a big chance in the Royal Stakes; I have a first-class
two-year-old running in the Acorn Stakes. It will be her first
appearance; she's a splendid creature, a real beauty," said Alan.

"That's Robin Hood, The Duke, and what's this wonderful two-year-old's
name?"

"Evelyn," he replied.

Of course she knew it was named after her and she was gratified.

"Oh, Alan!" she exclaimed, "that's splendid of you."

"If she were not a real fly