Napoleon intensely studied the runners and riders as he and Illya sauntered around the Uttoxeter racecourse. None of the names, nor those of the owners and trainers, meant anything to him.
"I just don't know how we're supposed to pinpoint our man?" he said, handing the race cards to his partner.
Solo and Kuryakin had been sent to the UK to find a connection between British horse racing and a known Thrush gambling consortium. All they had discovered was that a Thrush owned horse was running at Uttoxeter that day. All they needed to do was find out who was linked to the horse and pass it on to the London headquarters.
"It is number 6 in the 3:30," Illya told him, after barely a glance.
"How on Earth do you know that?"
"Simple," said Illya, in a tone which suggested it would be obvious to anyone. "That horse is called Fieldfare Filly."
"You're going to have to enlighten me, Tovarisch."
"A fieldfare is a bird," Illya explained. "A bird which belongs to the thrush family, Turdidae."