Then the clerk emerged
from the recess devoted to the Raffles Relics, and the alarming
interloper conducted his party to the window opposite the door.
"Inspector Druce," the clerk informed us in impressive whispers,
"who had the Chalk Farm case in hand. He'd be the man for Raffles,
if Raffles was alive to-day!"
"I'm sure he would," was the grave reply. "I should be very sorry
to have a man like that after me. But what a run there seems to be
upon your Black Museum!"
"There isn't reelly, sir," whispered the clerk. "We sometimes go
weeks on end without having regular visitors like you two gentlemen.
I think those are friends of the Inspector's, come to see the Chalk
Farm photographs, that helped to hang his man. We've a lot of
interesting photographs, sir, if you like to have a look at them."
"If it won't take long," said Raffles, taking out his watch; and as
the clerk left our side for an instant he gripped my arm. "This is
a bit too hot," he whispered, "but we mustn't cut and run like
rabbits. That might be fatal. Hide your face in the photographs,
and leave everything to me.
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