I am ashamed to say that it was part of a
set of my very own writing in the school magazine of my time. So
Raffles knew the stuff better than I did myself, and yet scorned to
press his flattery to win me over! He had won me: in a second my
rounded shoulders were a pedestal for those dangling feet. And
before many more I heard the old metallic snap, followed by the
raising of a sash so slowly and gently as to be almost inaudible
to me listening just below.
Raffles went through hands first, disappeared for an instant, then
leaned out, lowering his hands for me.
"Come on, Bunny! You're safer in than out. Hang on to the sill
and let me get you under the arms. Now all. together - quietly does
it - and over you come!"
No need to dwell on our proceedings in the bank. I myself had small
part in the scene, being posted rather in the wings, at the foot of
the stairs leading to the private premises in which the manager had
his domestic being. But I made my mind easy about him, for in the
silence of my watch I soon detected a nasal note overhead, and it
was resonant and aggressive as the man himself.
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