The son-in-law also rises . . . or not

There are good reasons why horseracing is known both as the Sport of Kings and the Glorious Uncertainty. It calls for a king’s ransom in money, and there’s really nothing certain about it – unless, of course, it involves a dead cert, like the “cast-iron plunger’’ touted by Verney Wright, the Newmarket tipster in At Swim-Two-Birds. But then, racing certainties can end up like cast-iron ...