Then we have private matches. There is one
to-night. Lord Meadowson and I have a wager of a thousand
guineas. He has brought to-night from the East End a boxer who,
according to the terms of our bet, has never before engaged in a
professional contest. I have brought an amateur under the same
conditions. The weight is within a few pounds the same, neither
has ever seen the other, only in this case the fight is with
regulation gloves and under Queensberry rules."
"Who is your amateur, Sir Timothy?" Wilmore asked harshly.
"Your brother, Mr. Wilmore," was the prompt reply. "You shall
see the fight if I have your promise not to attempt in any way to
interfere."
Wilmore rose to his feet.
"Do you mean to tell me," he demanded, "that my brother has been
decoyed here, kept here against his will, to provide amusement
for your guests?"
"Mr. Wilmore, I beg that you will be reasonable," Sir Timothy
expostulated. "I saw your brother box at his gymnasium in
Holborn. My agent made him the offer of this fight. One of my
conditions had to be that he came here to train and that whilst
he was here he held no communication whatever with the outside
world. My trainer has ideas of his own and this he insists upon.
Your brother in the end acquiesced. He was at first difficult to
deal with as regards this condition, and he did, in fact, I
believe, Mr.
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