So it is, I wish I were going with you. I love betting on horses.
So which part of London are you headed for?
Then why do you go?
I never bet on horses, I don't even watch 'em run.
I'm goin' to Epsom, for the races. It's Derby Day today.
Stop right there! Do you know how fast you were going?! 120 miles per hour! That's 50 miles over this country's speed limit!
120 miles per hour!
The author is driving his new BMX car when he saw a small ratty-faced man with grey teeth at the side of the road and decides to pick him up.
That's it, I give up.
Are you a conjuror?
are you a piano player?
Then you must be a card player!
No, i'm not that either.
Me! A rotten cardsharper! That's the most miserable racket if ever there was one.
Don't be draft. Do I look like one?
The author learns that the hitchhiker is going to the horse races but the hitchhiker is not even going to bet on the horses or watch them run.When the author asks the hitchhiker why he is even going there, he just stares into space.
The hitchhiker challenges the author that his car will not be able to reach 129 miles per hour. The car was about to reach 129 miles per hour when they were stopped by a police officer. The officer was lecturing the author.
Guess the copper won't be checking on us now.
After being lectured, the author starts to question the hitchhiker about what his real job is.
Later, the hitchhiker reveals that he is a 'fingersmith' by performing a simple trick.
The hitchhiker then reveals something to the author which made him excited, nervous and relived.