I very nearly did."
"For my face?"
"It has been my fortune before to-night, Bunny. It has also given
me more confidence than you are likely to believe at this time of
day. You stimulate me more than you think."
"Your gallery and your prompter's box in one?"
"Capital, Bunny! But it was no joking matter with me either, my
dear fellow; it was touch-and-go at the time. I might have called
on you at any moment, and it was something to know I should not
have called in vain."
"But what to do, Raffles?"
"Fight our way out and bolt!" he answered, with a mouth that meant
it, and a fine gay glitter of the eyes.
I shot out of my chair.
"You don't mean to tell me you had a hand in the job?"
"I had the only hand in it, my dear Bunny."
"Nonsense! You were sitting at table at the time. No, but you may
have taken some other fellow into the show. I always thought you
would!"
"One's quite enough, Bunny," said Raffles dryly; he leaned back in
his chair and took out another cigarette. And I accepted of yet
another from his case; for it was no use losing one's temper with
Raffles; and his incredible statement was not, after all.
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