They are quite the most useless excrescences I
know."
"Ours wasn't," I answered, with some warmth. "It was my sanctum
sanctorum in the holidays. I smoked my first pipe up there, and
wrote my first verses."
Raffles laid a kindly hand upon my shoulder - "Bunny, Bunny, you
can rob the old place, and yet you can't hear a word against it?"
"That's different," said I relentlessly. "The tower was there in
my time, but the man I mean to rob was not."
"You really do mean to do it, Bunny?"
"By myself, if necessary? I averred.
"Not again, Bunny, not again," rejoined Raffles, laughing as he
shook his head. "But do you think the man has enough to make it
worth our while to go so far afield?"
"Far afield! It's not forty miles on the London and Brighton."
"Well, that's as bad as a hundred on most lines. And when did you
say it was to be?"
"Friday week."
"I don't much like a Friday, Bunny. Why make it one?"
"It's the night of their Hunt Point-to-Point. They wind up the
season with it every year; and the bloated Guillemard usually sweeps
the board with his fancy flyers.
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