It's the only window left alight in the house!"
His cheek against the pane, he was pointing slightly downward and
very much aslant through a long lane of mews to a little square
light like a yellow tile at the end. But I had opened the window
and leaned out before I saw it for myself.
"You don't mean to say that's Thornaby House?"
I was not familiar with the view from my back windows.
"Of course I do, you rabbit! Have a look through your own
race-glass. It has been the most useful thing of all."
But before I had the glass in focus more scales had fallen from
my eyes; and now I knew why I had seen so much of Raffles these
last few weeks, and why he had always come between seven and eight
o'clock in the evening, and waited at this very window, with these
very glasses at his eyes. I saw through them sharply now. The
one lighted window pointed out by Raffles came tumbling into the
dark circle of my vision. I could not see into the actual room,
but the shadows of those within were quite distinct on the lowered
blind. I even thought a black thread still dangled against the
square of light.
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