What happens? You are
overheard; you are followed; you are worked into the same scheme,
and robbed on the same night."
"And you really think this will meet the case?"
"I am quite certain of it, Bunny, so far as it rests wit us to
meet the case at all."
"Then give me another cigarette, my dear fellow, and let me push
on to Scotland Yard."
Raffles held up both hands in admiring horror. "Scotland Yard!"
"To give a false description of what you took from that drawer in
my wardrobe."
"A false description! Bunny, you have no more to learn from me.
Time was when I wouldn't have let you go there without me to
retrieve a lost umbrella - let alone a lost cause!"
And for once I was not sorry for Raffles to have the last unworthy
word, as he stood once more at his outer door and gayly waved me
down the stairs.
The Spoils of Sacrilege
There was one deed of those days which deserved a place in our
original annals. It is the deed of which I am personally most
ashamed. I have traced the course of a score of felonies, from
their source in the brain of Raffles to their issue in his hands.
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