But that would not do for
Raffles. He must needs lead me into the boys' part, through the
green baize door. It took a deal of opening and shutting, but
Raffles seemed to enjoy nothing better than these mock obstacles,
and in a few minutes we were resting with sharp ears in the boys'
hall.
"Through these windows?" I whispered, when the clock over the piano
had had matters its own way long enough to make our minds quite easy.
"How else?" whispered Raffles, as he opened the one on whose ledge
our letters used to await us of a morning.
"And then through the quad - "
"And over the gates at the end. No talking, Bunny; there's a
dormitory just overhead; but ours was in front, you remember, and
if they had ever seen me I should have nipped back this way while
they were watching the other."
His finger was on his lips as we got out softly into the starlight.
I remember how the gravel hurt as we left the smooth flagged margin
of the house for the open quad; but the nearer of two long green
seats (whereon you prepared your construe for the second-school in
the summer term) was mercifully handy; and once in our rubber soles
we had no difficulty in scaling the gates beyond the fives-courts.
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