"
"You mean the man in your old house?"
"Yes; and he tops up with no end of dinner there," I went on, "to
his hunting pals and the bloods who ride for him. If the festive
board doesn't groan under a new regiment of challenge cups, it will
be no fault of theirs, and old Guillemard will have to do them
top-hole all. the same."
"So it's a case of common pot-hunting," remarked Raffles, eyeing me
shrewdly through the cigarette smoke.
"Not for us, my dear fellow," I made answer in his own tone. "I
wouldn't ask you to break into the next set of chambers here in the
Albany for a few pieces of modern silver, Raffles. Not that we need
scorn the cups if we get a chance of lifting them, and if Guillemard
does so in the first instance. It's by no means certain that he will.
But it is pretty certain to be a lively night for him and his pals
- and a vulnerable one for the best bedroom!"
"Capital!" said Raffles, throwing coils of smoke between his smiles.
"Still, if it's a dinner-party, the hostess won't leave her jewels
upstairs. She'll wear them, my boy."
"Not all.
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