"Bad," said Banks. "Not well."
"Aye," said the trainer. "Then I expect we'll have another great train robbery soon, John."
"They even accused me of being the brains behind that" Banks said, apparently taking it as a compliment. "As if I need rob a train to make money."
John Banks is a wealthy man now. How wealthy is hard to say, but his munificent scale of living certainly does not seem to strain his resources. "Sometimes I think I may retire," he said one day after the Derby. He had gone through his usual strenuous routine, up at 7:30, phone calls, breakfast, the papers until about 11, then lightning trips to two tracks and back home by midnight, ready to start over again the next morning. "If I do retire I think that I will set up a betting service for the poor punters. That might be a useful thing to do."
Indeed it might. And it might be the biggest help the tote system could have in putting the freewheeling bookies out of business.