And that brute of a dog came for me as I left." "The bottle you brought's in the pocket," continued Silver. "Good," said Joses. "I hope there's something in it." "Nothing now." "Ah, shame! You shouldn't hold out false hopes." Silver's chin became aggressive. "Doping's a crime, Mr. Joses." "Is that so, Mr. Silver?" "Your attempt to dope that horse last night puts you within the grip of the law."