In the powder room, Madame Roederer had fainted. She had not reckoned with the fact that Roosevelt's public address system carries the call of the race everywhere on the track. Just listening to Jamin race was too much for his owner. But they revived her in time for the elaborate ceremonies in the winner's circle.
Del Miller beamed as he headed for the cashier's window. Jamin paid $11.70 for each $2 bet.
In the paddock, Johnny Simpson turned to his friend. "You knothead," he said. "You cost us both a small fortune."