I looked at him
aghast. Our cigars were just in blast, yet already he was signalling
for his bill. It was impossible to remonstrate with him until we
were both outside in the street.
"I'm coming with you," said I, running my arm through his.
"Nonsense, Bunny!"
"Why is it nonsense? I know every inch of the ground, and since the
house has changed hands I have no compunction. Besides, 'I have
been there' in the other sense as well: once a thief, you know! In
for a penny, in for a pound!"
It was ever my mood when the blood was up. But my old friend failed
to appreciate the characteristic as he usually did. We crossed
Regent Street in silence. I had to catch his sleeve to keep a hand
in his inhospitable arm.
"I really think you had better stay away," said Raffles as we reached
the other curb. "I've no use for you this time."
"Yet I thought I had been so useful up to now?"
"That may be, Bunny, but I tell you frankly I don't want you
to-night."
"Yet I know the ground and you don't! I tell you what," said I:
"I'll come just to show you the ropes, and I won't take a pennyweight
of the swag.
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