In London last week, one bookmaker phoned another and said, "Something's up at Dagenham today. I don't know what it is or what race, but something's up." It was indeed. At the Greyhound Stadium in London's thriving industrial suburb of Dagenham, a determined band of bettors was about to attempt one of the greatest coups in the history of gambling.
Before the sixth race of the day, which had an entry of six greyhounds, innocent dog players at the track also began to notice that something was up; they found it impossible to get to any of the 31 betting windows....
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