"
Raffles was smiling under the double lamps of the first-class
compartment that we had to ourselves.
"I wouldn't say that, Bunny. We have done worse."
"Do you mean to tell me that you did anything at all.?"
"My dear Bunny," replied Raffles, "you should remember how long I
had been maturing felonious little plan, what a blow it was to me
to have to turn it over to you, and how far I had travelled to
see that you did it and yourself as well as might be. You know
what I did see, and how well I understood. I tell you again that
I should have done the same thing myself, in your place. But I
was not in your place, Bunny. My hands were not tied like yours.
Unfortunately, most of the jewels have gone on the honeymoon with
the happy pair; but these emerald links are all. right, and I don't
know what the bride was doing to leave this diamond comb behind.
Here, too, is the old silver skewer I've been wanting for years
- they make the most charming paper-knives in the world - and
this gold cigarette-case will just do for your smaller Sullivans."
Nor were these the only pretty things that Raffles set out in
twinkling array upon the opposite cushions.
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