It was a fatal want of tact perhaps, characteristic of the race, but then the characteristic is so fine. "You will do whatever I tell you to do," the voice was low and strained, but not wavering. It reached the group by the harness-room door.Thats so, Dick began to chuckle. Pinning clues onto folks is like the clothing salesman who tried to sell a white linen suit to a man who wanted a dark grey one. Ill give you what you want, the salesman saidand he went over and pulled down all the shades!Then he became really serious.