"They can't have gone when they got
my letter."
"Your letter?"
"I printed them a line while we were waiting for our train at Euston.
They must have got it that night, but they can't have paid any
attention to it until yesterday morning. And when they do, they
take all. the credit and give me no more than you did, Bunny!"
I looked at the curly head upon the pillow, at the smiling, handsome
face under the curls. And at last I understood.
"So all. the time you never meant it!"
"Slow murder? You should have known me better. A few hours'
enforced Rest Cure was the worst I wished him."
"'you might have told me, Raffles!"
"That may be, Bunny, but you ought certainly to have trusted me!"
The Criminologists' Club
"But who are they, Raffles, and where's their house? There's no
such club on the list in Whitaker."
"The Criminologists, my dear Bunny, are too few for a local
habitation, and too select to tell their name in Gath. They are
merely so many solemn students of contemporary crime, who meet and
dine periodically at each other's clubs or houses.
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