In one was a diamond tiara, and
in the other a necklace of fine emeralds set in clusters of
brilliants.
"You must try to forgive me, Bunny," continued Raffles before I
could speak. "I don't say a word against what you did, or undid;
in fact, now it's all. over, I am rather glad to think that you did
try to undo it. But, my dear fellow, we had both risked life,
limb, and liberty; and I had not your sentimental scruples. Why
should I go empty away? If you want to know the inner history of
my second visit to that good fellow's dressing-room, drive home
for a fresh kit and meet me at the Turkish bath in twenty minutes.
I feel more than a little grubby, and we can have our breakfast
in the cooling gallery. Besides, after a whole night in your old
haunts, Bunny, it's only in order to wind up in Northumberland
Avenue."
The Raffles Relics
It was in one of the magazines for December, 1899, that an article
appeared which afforded our minds a brief respite from the then
consuming excitement of the war in South Africa. These were the
days when Raffles really had white hair, and when he and I were
nearing the end of our surreptitious second innings, as
professional cracksmen of the deadliest dye.
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