Our host doesn't mind;
there's an ash-tray provided for the purpose. I ought to be sulking
between the sheets, but I'm ready to sit up with you till morning."
"We might do worse; but, on the other hand, we might do still
better," rejoined Raffles, and for once he resisted the seductive
Sullivan. "As a matter of fact, it's morning now; in another hour
it will be dawn; and where could day dawn better than in Warfield
Woods, or along the Stockley road, or even on the Upper or the
Middle? I don't want to turn in, any more than you do. I may as
well confess that the whole show down here has exalted me more than
anything for years. But if we can't sleep, Bunny, let's have some
fresh air instead."
"Has everybody gone to bed?" I asked.
"Long ago. I was the last in. Why?"
"Only it might sound a little odd, our turning out again, if they
were to hear us."
Raffles stood over me with a smile made of mischief and cunning;
but it was the purest mischief imaginable, the most innocent and
comic cunning.
"They shan't hear us at all., Bunny," said he. "I mean to get out
as I did in the good old nights.
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