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Usage examples of loder.

Nicholas Loder had bought Greville all his subsequent horses and done notably well with them, and Greville had assured me that he got on well with the man by telephone, and that he was perfectly friendly.

I explained to Loder that Greville had died and after the first sympathetic exclamations of dismay he reacted as I would have expected, not as if missing a close friend but on a practical business level.

After Loder had discovered I would be inheriting Dozen Roses, there had been no lower vibrations at all.

Nicholas Loder might well have passed over going to Redcar, Warwick and Folkestone, and dialled his number.

I rewound and removed the last tape and could see why Loder thought it would be another trot-up on Saturday.

If Dozen Roses had been cleared by the authorities to run, why was Loder scared that I was there to watch it?

Nicholas Loder seemed to favour the privacy and took Dozen Roses inside away from my eyes.

Nicholas Loder and his friend Rollo, and it was because they were crowding him, I thought, that Dozen Roses swung round on his leading rein and pulled backwards from his lad, and in straightening up again hit the Rollo man a hefty buffet with his rump and knocked him to his knees.

Wondering if the Rollo man was one of the big Loder gamblers, I flicked back the pages of the racecard and looked up his name beside the horse of his that had won the sprint.

There was not going to be a trot-up, whatever Nicholas Loder might have thought.

Milo himself greeted me with the news that Nicholas Loder wanted me to phone him at once.

He bore the Ostermeyers away, dazzling them with twinkling charm, and I went into his kitchen and phoned Nicholas Loder, wondering why I was bothering.

I said as much to Nicholas Loder who, sounding exasperated, repeated that his owner would offer more, plus a tax-free sweetener for myself.

I mean, do you really think Nicholas Loder gave the horse something, and if you do, do you want to know about it?

I was awoken from this pleasant daydream by the ever-demanding telephone, this time with Nicholas Loder on the other end spluttering with rage.