"but who are they, raffles, and where's their house? there's no such club on the list in whitaker."

"the criminologists, my dear bunny, are too few for a local habitation, and too select to tell their name in gath. they are merely so many solemn students of contemporary crime, who meet and dine periodically at each other's clubs or houses."

"but why in the world should they ask us to dine with them?"

and i brandished the invitation which had brought me hotfoot to the albany: it was from the right hon. the earl of thornaby, k.g.; and it requested the honor of my company at dinner, at thornaby house, park lane, to meet the members of the criminologists' club. that in itself was a disturbing compliment: judge then of my dismay on learning that raffles had been invited too!

"they have got it into their heads," said he, "that the gladiatorial element is the curse of most modern sport. they tremble especially for the professional gladiator. and they want to know whether my experience tallies with their theory."

"so they say!"

"they quote the case of a league player, sus per coll., and any number of suicides. it really is rather in my public line."

"in yours, if you like, but not in mine," said i. "no, raffles, they've got their eye on us both, and mean to put us under the microscope, or they never would have pitched on me."

raffles smiled on my perturbation.

"i almost wish you were right, bunny! it would be even better fun than i mean to make it as it is. but it may console you to hear that it was i who gave them your name. i told them you were a far keener criminologist than myself. i am delighted to hear they have taken my hint, and that we are to meet at their gruesome board."

"if i accept," said i, with the austerity he deserved.

"if you don't," rejoined raffles, "you will miss some sport after both our hearts. think of it, bunny! these fellows meet to wallow in all the latest crimes; we wallow with them as though we knew more about it than themselves. perhaps we don't, for few criminologists have a soul above murder; and i quite expect to have the privilege of lifting the discussion into our own higher walk. they shall give their morbid minds to the fine art of burgling, for a change; and while we're about it, bunny, we may as well extract their opinion of our noble selves. as authors, as collaborators, we will sit with the flower of our critics, and find our own level in the expert eye. it will be a piquant experience, if not an invaluable one; if we are sailing too near the wind, we are sure to hear about it, and can trim our yards accordingly. moreover, we shall get a very good dinner into the bargain, or our noble host will belie a european reputation."

"do you know him?" i asked.

"we have a pavilion acquaintance, when it suits my lord," replied raffles, chuckling. "but i know all about him. he was president one year of the m.c.c., and we never had a better. he knows the game, though i believe he never played cricket in his life. but then he knows most things, and has never done any of them. he has never even married, and never opened his lips in the house of lords. yet they say there is no better brain in the august assembly, and he certainly made us a wonderful speech last time the australians were over. he has read everything and (to his credit in these days) never written a line. all round he is a whale for theory and a sprat for practice—but he looks quite capable of both at crime!"

i now longed to behold this remarkable peer, in the flesh, and with the greater curiosity since another of the things which he evidently never did was to have his photograph published for the benefit of the vulgar. i told raffles that i would dine with him at lord thornaby's, and he nodded as though i had not hesitated for a moment. i see now how deftly he had disposed of my reluctance. no doubt he had thought it all out before: his little speeches look sufficiently premeditated as i set them down at the dictates of an excellent memory. let it, however, be borne in mind that raffles did not talk exactly like a raffles book: he said the things, but he did not say them in so many consecutive breaths. they were punctuated by puffs from his eternal cigarette, and the punctuation was often in the nature of a line of asterisks, while he took a silent turn up and down his room. nor was he ever more deliberate than when he seemed most nonchalant and spontaneous. i came to see it in the end. but these were early days, in which he was more plausible to me than i can hope to render him to another human being.

and i saw a good deal of raffles just then; it was, in fact, the one period at which i can remember his coming round to see me more frequently than i went round to him. of course he would come at his own odd hours, often just as one was dressing to go out and dine, and i can even remember finding him there when i returned, for i had long since given him a key of the flat. it was the inhospitable month of february, and i can recall more than one cosy evening when we discussed anything and everything but our own malpractices; indeed, there were none to discuss just then. raffles, on the contrary, was showing himself with some industry in the most respectable society, and by his advice i used the club more than ever.

"there is nothing like it at this time of year," said he. "in the summer i have my cricket to provide me with decent employment in the sight of men. keep yourself before the public from morning to night, and they'll never think of you in the still small hours."

our behavior, in fine, had so long been irreproachable that i rose without misgiving on the morning of lord thornaby's dinner to the other criminologists and guests. my chief anxiety was to arrive under the aegis of my brilliant friend, and i had begged him to pick me up on his way; but at five minutes to the appointed hour there was no sign of raffles or his cab. we were bidden at a quarter to eight for eight o'clock, so after all i had to hurry off alone.

fortunately, thornaby house is almost at the end of my street that was; and it seemed to me another fortunate circumstance that the house stood back, as it did and does, in its own august courtyard; for, as i was about to knock, a hansom came twinkling in behind me, and i drew back, hoping it was raffles at the last moment. it was not, and i knew it in time to melt from the porch, and wait yet another minute in the shadows, since others were as late as i. and out jumped these others, chattering in stage whispers as they paid their cab.

"thornaby has a bet about it with freddy vereker, who can't come, i hear. of course, it won t be lost or won to-night. but the dear man thinks he's been invited as a cricketer!"

"i don't believe he's the other thing," said a voice as brusque as the first was bland. "i believe it's all bunkum. i wish i didn't, but i do!"

"i think you'll find it's more than that," rejoined the other, as the doors opened and swallowed the pair.

i flung out limp hands and smote the air. raffles bidden to what he had well called this "gruesome board," not as a cricketer but, clearly, as a suspected criminal! raffles wrong all the time, and i right for once in my original apprehension! and still no raffles in sight—no raffles to warn—no raffles, and the clocks striking eight!

well may i shirk the psychology of such a moment, for my belief is that the striking clocks struck out all power of thought and feeling, and that i played my poor part the better for that blessed surcease of intellectual sensation. on the other hand, i was never more alive to the purely objective impressions of any hour of my existence, and of them the memory is startling to this day. i hear my mad knock at the double doors; they fly open in the middle, and it is like some sumptuous and solemn rite. a long slice of silken-legged lackey is seen on either hand; a very prelate of a butler bows a benediction from the sanctuary steps. i breathe more freely when i reach a book-lined library where a mere handful of men do not overflow the persian rug before the fire. one of them is raffles, who is talking to a large man with the brow of a demi-god and the eyes and jowl of a degenerate bulldog. and this is our noble host.

lord thornaby stared at me with inscrutable stolidity as we shook hands, and at once handed me over to a tall, ungainly man whom he addressed as ernest, but whose surname i never learned. ernest in turn introduced me, with a shy and clumsy courtesy, to the two remaining guests. they were the pair who had driven up in the hansom; one turned out to be kingsmill, q.c.; the other i knew at a glance from his photographs as parrington, the backwoods novelist. they were admirable foils to each other, the barrister being plump and dapper, with a napoleonic cast of countenance, and the author one of the shaggiest dogs i have ever seen in evening-clothes. neither took much stock of me, but both had an eye on raffles as i exchanged a few words with each in turn. dinner, however, was immediately announced, and the six of us had soon taken our places round a brilliant little table stranded in a great dark room.

i had not been prepared for so small a party, and at first i felt relieved. if the worst came to the worst, i was fool enough to say in my heart, they were but two to one. but i was soon sighing for that safety which the adage associates with numbers. we were far too few for the confidential duologue with one's neighbor in which i, at least, would have taken refuge from the perils of a general conversation. and the general conversation soon resolved itself into an attack, so subtly concerted and so artistically delivered that i could not conceive how raffles should ever know it for an attack, and that against himself, or how to warn him of his peril. but to this day i am not convinced that i also was honored by the suspicions of the club; it may have been so, and they may have ignored me for the bigger game.

it was lord thornaby himself who fired the first shot, over the very sherry. he had raffles on his right hand, and the backwoodsman of letters on his left. raffles was hemmed in by the law on his right, while i sat between parrington and ernest, who took the foot of the table, and seemed a sort of feudatory cadet of the noble house. but it was the motley lot of us that my lord addressed, as he sat back blinking his baggy eyes.

"mr. raffles," said he, "has been telling me about that poor fellow who suffered the extreme penalty last march. a great end, gentlemen, a great end! it is true that he had been unfortunate enough to strike a jugular vein, but his own end should take its place among the most glorious traditions of the gallows. you tell them mr. raffles: it will be as new to my friends as it is to me."

"i tell the tale as i heard it last time i played at trent bridge; it was never in the papers, i believe," said raffles gravely. "you may remember the tremendous excitement over the test matches out in australia at the time: it seems that the result of the crucial game was expected on the condemned man's last day on earth, and he couldn't rest until he knew it. we pulled it off, if you recollect, and he said it would make him swing happy."

"tell 'em what else he said!" cried lord thornaby, rubbing his podgy hands.

"the chaplain remonstrated with him on his excitement over a game at such a time, and the convict is said to have replied: 'why, it's the first thing they'll ask me at the other end of the drop!'"

the story was new even to me, but i had no time to appreciate its points. my concern was to watch its effect upon the other members of the party. ernest, on my left, doubled up with laughter, and tittered and shook for several minutes. my other neighbor, more impressionable by temperament, winced first, and then worked himself into a state of enthusiasm which culminated in an assault upon his shirt-cuff with a joiner's pencil. kingsmill, q.c., beaming tranquilly on raffles, seemed the one least impressed, until he spoke.

"i am glad to hear that," he remarked in a high bland voice. "i thought that man would die game."

"did you know anything about him, then?" inquired lord thornaby.

"i led for the crown," replied the barrister, with a twinkle. "you might almost say that i measured the poor man's neck."

the point must have been quite unpremeditated; it was not the less effective for that. lord thornaby looked askance at the callous silk. it was some moments before ernest tittered and parrington felt for his pencil; and in the interim i had made short work of my hock, though it was johannisberger. as for raffles, one had but to see his horror to feel how completely he was off his guard.

"in itself, i have heard, it was not a sympathetic case?" was the remark with which he broke the general silence.

"not a bit."

"that must have been a comfort to you," said raffles dryly.

"it would have been to me," vowed our author, while the barrister merely smiled. "i should have been very sorry to have had a hand in hanging peckham and solomons the other day."

"why peckham and solomons?" inquired my lord.

"they never meant to kill that old lady."

"but they strangled her in her bed with her own pillow-case!"

"i don't care," said the uncouth scribe. "they didn't break in for that. they never thought of scragging her. the foolish old person would make a noise, and one of them tied too tight. i call it jolly bad luck on them."

"on quiet, harmless, well-behaved thieves," added lord thornaby, "in the unobtrusive exercise of their humble avocation."

and, as he turned to raffles with his puffy smile, i knew that we had reached that part of the programme which had undergone rehearsal: it had been perfectly timed to arrive with the champagne, and i was not afraid to signify my appreciation of that small mercy. but raffles laughed so quickly at his lordship's humor, and yet with such a natural restraint, as to leave no doubt that he had taken kindly to my own old part, and was playing the innocent inimitably in his turn, by reason of his very innocence. it was a poetic judgment on old raffles, and in my momentary enjoyment of the novel situation i was able to enjoy some of the good things of this rich man's table. the saddle of mutton more than justified its place in the menu; but it had not spoiled me for my wing of pheasant, and i was even looking forward to a sweet, when a further remark from the literary light recalled me from the table to its talk.

"but, i suppose," said he to kingsmill, "it's many a burglar you've restored to his friends and his relations'?"

"let us say many a poor fellow who has been charged with burglary," replied the cheery q.c. "it's not quite the same thing, you know, nor is 'many' the most accurate word. i never touch criminal work in town."

"it's the only kind i should care about," said the novelist, eating jelly with a spoon.

"i quite agree with you," our host chimed in. "and of all the criminals one might be called upon to defend, give me the enterprising burglar."

"it must be the breeziest branch of the business," remarked raffles, while i held my breath.

but his touch was as light as gossamer, and his artless manner a triumph of even his incomparable art. raffles was alive to the danger at last. i saw him refuse more champagne, even as i drained my glass again. but it was not the same danger to us both. raffles had no reason to feel surprise or alarm at such a turn in a conversation frankly devoted to criminology; it must have been as inevitable to him as it was sinister to me, with my fortuitous knowledge of the suspicions that were entertained. and there was little to put him on his guard in the touch of his adversaries, which was only less light than his own.

"i am not very fond of mr. sikes," announced the barrister, like a man who had got his cue.

"but he was prehistoric," rejoined my lord. "a lot of blood has flowed under the razor since the days of sweet william."

"true; we have had peace," said parrington, and launched out into such glowing details of that criminal's last moments that i began to hope the diversion might prove permanent. but lord thornaby was not to be denied.

"william and charles are both dead monarchs," said he. "the reigning king in their department is the fellow who gutted poor danby's place in bond street."

there was a guilty silence on the part of the three conspirators—for i had long since persuaded myself that ernest was not in their secret—and then my blood froze.

"i know him well," said raffles, looking up.

lord thornaby stared at him in consternation. the smile on the napoleonic countenance of the barrister looked forced and frozen for the first time during the evening. our author, who was nibbling cheese from a knife, left a bead of blood upon his beard. the futile ernest alone met the occasion with a hearty titter.

"what!" cried my lord. "you know the thief?"

"i wish i did," rejoined raffles, chuckling. "no, lord thornaby, i only meant the jeweller, danby. i go to him when i want a wedding present."

i heard three deep breaths drawn as one before i drew my own.

"rather a coincidence," observed our host dryly, "for i believe you also know the milchester people, where lady melrose had her necklace stolen a few months afterward."

"i was staying there at the time," said raffles eagerly. no snob was ever quicker to boast of basking in the smile of the great.

"we believe it to be the same man," said lord thornaby, speaking apparently for the criminologists' club, and with much less severity of voice.

"i only wish i could come across him," continued raffles heartily. "he's a criminal much more to my mind than your murderers who swear on the drop or talk cricket in the condemned cell!"

"he might be in the house now," said lord thornaby, looking raffles in the face. but his manner was that of an actor in an unconvincing part and a mood to play it gamely to the bitter end; and he seemed embittered, as even a rich man may be in the moment of losing a bet.

"what a joke if he were!" cried the wild west writer.

"absit omen!" murmured raffles, in better taste.

"still, i think you'll find it's a favorite time," argued kingsmill, q.c. "and it would be quite in keeping with the character of this man, so far as it is known, to pay a little visit to the president of the criminologists' club, and to choose the evening on which he happens to be entertaining the other members."

there was more conviction in this sally than in that of our noble host; but this i attributed to the trained and skilled dissimulation of the bar. lord thornaby, however, was not to be amused by the elaboration of his own idea, and it was with some asperity that he called upon the butler, now solemnly superintending the removal of the cloth.

"leggett! just send up-stairs to see if all the doors are open and the rooms in proper order. that's an awful idea of yours, kingsmill, or of mine!" added my lord, recovering the courtesy of his order by an effort that i could follow. "we should look fools. i don't know which of us it was, by the way, who seduced the rest from the main stream of blood into this burglarious backwater. are you familiar with de quincey's masterpiece on 'murder as a fine art,' mr. raffles?"

"i believe i once read it," replied raffles doubtfully.

"you must read it again," pursued the earl. "it is the last word on a great subject; all we can hope to add is some baleful illustration or bloodstained footnote, not unworthy of de quincey's text. well, leggett?"

the venerable butler stood wheezing at his elbow. i had not hitherto observed that the man was an asthmatic.

"i beg your lordship's pardon, but i think your lordship must have forgotten."

the voice came in rude gasps, but words of reproach could scarcely have achieved a finer delicacy.

"forgotten, leggett! forgotten what, may i ask?"

"locking your lordship's dressing-room door behind your lordship, my lord," stuttered the unfortunate leggett, in the short spurts of a winded man, a few stertorous syllables at a time. "been up myself, my lord. bedroom door—dressing-room door—both locked inside!"

but by this time the noble master was in worse case than the man. his fine forehead was a tangle of livid cords; his baggy jowl filled out like a balloon. in another second he had abandoned his place as our host and fled the room; and in yet another we had forgotten ours as his guests and rushed headlong at his heels.

raffles was as excited as any of us now: he outstripped us all. the cherubic little lawyer and i had a fine race for the last place but one, which i secured, while the panting butler and his satellites brought up a respectful rear. it was our unconventional author, however, who was the first to volunteer his assistance and advice.

"no use pushing, thornaby!" cried he. "if it's been done with a wedge and gimlet, you may smash the door, but you'll never force it. is there a ladder in the place?"

"there's a rope-ladder somewhere, in case of fire, i believe," said my lord vaguely, as he rolled a critical eye over our faces. "where is it kept, leggett?"

"'william will fetch it, my lord."

and a pair of noble calves went flashing to the upper regions.

"what's the good of bringing it down," cried parrington, who had thrown back to the wilds in his excitement. "let him hang it out of the window above your own, and let me climb down and do the rest! i'll undertake to have one or other of these doors open in two twos!"

the fastened doors were at right angles on the landing which we filled between us. lord thornaby smiled grimly on the rest of us, when he had nodded and dismissed the author like a hound from the leash.

"it's a good thing we know something about our friend parrington," said my lord. "he takes more kindly to all this than i do, i can tell you."

"it's grist to his mill," said raffles charitably.

"exactly! we shall have the whole thing in his next book."

"i hope to have it at the old bailey first," remarked kingsmill, q.c.

"refreshing to find a man of letters such a man of action too!"

it was raffles who said this, and the remark seemed rather trite for him, but in the tone there was a something that just caught my private ear. and for once i understood: the officious attitude of parrington, without being seriously suspicious in itself, was admirably calculated to put a previously suspected person in a grateful shade. this literary adventurer had elbowed raffles out of the limelight, and gratitude for the service was what i had detected in raffles's voice. no need to say how grateful i felt myself. but my gratitude was shot with flashes of unwonted insight. parrington was one of those who suspected raffles, or, at all events, one who was in the secret of those suspicions. what if he had traded on the suspect's presence in the house? what if he were a deep villain himself, and the villain of this particular piece? i had made up my mind about him, and that in a tithe of the time i take to make it up as a rule, when we heard my man in the dressing-room. he greeted us with an impudent shout; in a few moments the door was open, and there stood parrington, flushed and dishevelled, with a gimlet in one hand and a wedge in the other.

within was a scene of eloquent disorder. drawers had been pulled out, and now stood on end, their contents heaped upon the carpet. wardrobe doors stood open; empty stud-cases strewed the floor; a clock, tied up in a towel, had been tossed into a chair at the last moment. but a long tin lid protruded from an open cupboard in one corner. and one had only to see lord thornaby's wry face behind the lid to guess that it was bent over a somewhat empty tin trunk.

"what a rum lot to steal!" said he, with a twitch of humor at the corners of his canine mouth. "my peer's robes, with coronet complete!"

we rallied round him in a seemly silence. i thought our scribe would put in his word. but even he either feigned or felt a proper awe.

"you may say it was a rum place to keep 'em," continued lord thornaby. "but where would you gentlemen stable your white elephants? and these were elephants as white as snow; by jove, i'll job them for the future!"

and he made merrier over his loss than any of us could have imagined the minute before; but the reason dawned on me a little later, when we all trooped down-stairs, leaving the police in possession of the theatre of crime. lord thornaby linked arms with raffles as he led the way. his step was lighter, his gayety no longer sardonic; his very looks had improved. and i divined the load that had been lifted from the hospitable heart of our host.

"i only wish," said he, "that this brought us any nearer to the identity of the gentleman we were discussing at dinner, for, of course, we owe it to all our instincts to assume that it was he."

"i wonder!" said old raffles, with a foolhardy glance at me.

"but i'm sure of it, my dear sir," cried my lord. "the audacity is his and his alone. i look no further than the fact of his honoring me on the one night of the year when i endeavor to entertain my brother criminologists. that's no coincidence, sir, but a deliberate irony, which would have occurred to no other criminal mind in england."

"you may be right," raffles had the sense to say this time, though i flattered myself it was my face that made him.

"what is still more certain," resumed our host, "is that no other criminal in the world would have crowned so delicious a conception with so perfect an achievement. i feel sure the inspector will agree with us."

the policeman in command had knocked and been admitted to the library as lord thornaby spoke.

"i didn't hear what you said, my lord."

"merely that the perpetrator of this amusing outrage can be no other than the swell mobsman who relieved lady melrose of her necklace and poor danby of half his stock a year or two ago."

"i believe your lordship has hit the nail on the head."

"the man who took the thimblely diamonds and returned them to lord thimblely, you know."

"perhaps he'll treat your lordship the same."

"not he! i don't mean to cry over my spilt milk. i only wish the fellow joy of all he had time to take. anything fresh up-stain by the way?"

"yes, my lord: the robbery took place between a quarter past eight and the half-hour."

"how on earth do you know?"

"the clock that was tied up in the towel had stopped at twenty past."

"have you interviewed my man?"

"i have, my lord. he was in your lordship's room until close on the quarter, and all was as it should be when he left it."

"then do you suppose the burglar was in hiding in the house?"

"it's impossible to say, my lord. he's not in the house now, for he could only be in your lordship's bedroom or dressing-room, and we have searched every inch of both."

lord thornaby turned to us when the inspector had retreated, caressing his peaked cap.

"i told him to clear up these points first," he explained, jerking his head toward the door. "i had reason to think my man had been neglecting his duties up there. i am glad to find myself mistaken."

i ought to have been no less glad to see my own mistake. my suspicions of our officious author were thus proved to have been as wild as himself. i owed the man no grudge, and yet in my human heart i felt vaguely disappointed. my theory had gained color from his behavior ever since he had admitted us to the dressing-room; it had changed all at once from the familiar to the morose; and only now was i just enough to remember that lord thornaby, having tolerated those familiarities as long as they were connected with useful service, had administered a relentless snub the moment that service had been well and truly performed.

but if parrington was exonerated in my mind, so also was raffles reinstated in the regard of those who had entertained a far graver and more dangerous hypothesis. it was a miracle of good luck, a coincidence among coincidences, which had white-washed him in their sight at the very moment when they were straining the expert eye to sift him through and through. but the miracle had been performed, and its effect was visible in every face and audible in every voice. i except ernest, who could never have been in the secret; moreover, that gay criminologist had been palpably shaken by his first little experience of crime. but the other three vied among themselves to do honor where they had done injustice. i heard kingsmill, q.c., telling raffles the best time to catch him at chambers, and promising a seat in court for any trial he might ever like to hear. parrington spoke of a presentation set of his books, and in doing homage to raffles made his peace with our host. as for lord thornaby, i did overhear the name of the athenaeum club, a reference to his friends on the committee, and a whisper (as i thought) of rule ii.

the police were still in possession when we went our several ways, and it was all that i could do to drag raffles up to my rooms, though, as i have said, they were just round the corner. he consented at last as a lesser evil than talking of the burglary in the street; and in my rooms i told him of his late danger and my own dilemma, of the few words i had overheard in the beginning, of the thin ice on which he had cut fancy figures without a crack. it was all very well for him. he had never realized his peril. but let him think of me—listening, watching, yet unable to lift a finger—unable to say one warning word.

raffles suffered me to finish, but a weary sigh followed the last symmetrical whiff of a sullivan which he flung into my fire before he spoke.

"no, i won't have another, thank you. i'm going to talk to you, bunny. do you really suppose i didn't see through these wiseacres from the first?"

i flatly refused to believe he had done so before that evening. why had he never mentioned his idea to me? it had been quite the other way, as i indignantly reminded raffles. did he mean me to believe he was the man to thrust his head into the lion's mouth for fun? and what point would there be in dragging me there to see the fun?

"i might have wanted you, bunny. i very nearly did."

"for my face?"

"it has been my fortune before to-night, bunny. it has also given me more confidence than you are likely to believe at this time of day. you stimulate me more than you think."

"your gallery and your prompter's box in one?"

"capital, bunny! but it was no joking matter with me either, my dear fellow; it was touch-and-go at the time. i might have called on you at any moment, and it was something to know i should not have called in vain."

"but what to do, raffles?"

"fight our way out and bolt!" he answered, with a mouth that meant it, and a fine gay glitter of the eyes.

i shot out of my chair.

"you don't mean to tell me you had a hand in the job?"

"i had the only hand in it, my dear bunny."

"nonsense! you were sitting at table at the time. no, but you may have taken some other fellow into the show. i always thought you would!"

"one's quite enough, bunny," said raffles dryly; he leaned back in his chair and took out another cigarette. and i accepted of yet another from his case; for it was no use losing one's temper with raffles; and his incredible statement was not, after all, to be ignored.

"of course," i went on, "if you really had brought off this thing on your own, i should be the last to criticise your means of reaching such an end. you have not only scored off a far superior force, which had laid itself out to score off you, but you have put them in the wrong about you, and they'll eat out of your hand for the rest of their days. but don't ask me to believe that you've done all this alone! by george," i cried, in a sudden wave of enthusiasm, "i don't care how you've done it or who has helped you. it's the biggest thing you ever did in your life!"

and certainly i had never seen raffles look more radiant, or better pleased with the world and himself, or nearer that elation which he usually left to me.

"then you shall hear all about it, bunny, if you'll do what i ask you."

"ask away, old chap, and the thing's done."

"switch off the electric lights."

"all of them?"

"i think so."

"there, then."

"now go to the back window and up with the blind."

"well?"

"i'm coming to you. splendid! i never had a look so late as this. it's the only window left alight in the house!"

his cheek against the pane, he was pointing slightly downward and very much aslant through a long lane of mews to a little square light like a yellow tile at the end. but i had opened the window and leaned out before i saw it for myself.

"you don't mean to say that's thornaby house?"

i was not familiar with the view from my back windows.

"of course i do, you rabbit! have a look through your own race-glass. it has been the most useful thing of all."

but before i had the glass in focus more scales had fallen from my eyes; and now i knew why i had seen so much of raffles these last few weeks, and why he had always come between seven and eight o'clock in the evening, and waited at this very window, with these very glasses at his eyes. i saw through them sharply now. the one lighted window pointed out by raffles came tumbling into the dark circle of my vision. i could not see into the actual room, but the shadows of those within were quite distinct on the lowered blind. i even thought a black thread still dangled against the square of light. it was, it must be, the window to which the intrepid parrington had descended from the one above.

"exactly!" said raffles in answer to my exclamation. "and that's the window i have been watching these last few weeks. by daylight you can see the whole lot above the ground floor on this side of the house; and by good luck one of them is the room in which the master of the house arrays himself in all his nightly glory. it was easily spotted by watching at the right time. i saw him shaved one morning before you were up! in the evening his valet stays behind to put things straight; and that has been the very mischief. in the end i had to find out something about the man, and wire to him from his girl to meet her outside at eight o'clock. of course he pretends he was at his post at the time: that i foresaw, and did the poor fellow's work before my own. i folded and put away every garment before i permitted myself to rag the room."

"i wonder you had time!"

"it took me one more minute, and it put the clock on exactly fifteen. by the way, i did that literally, of course, in the case of the clock they found. it's an old dodge, to stop a clock and alter the time; but you must admit that it looked as though one had wrapped it up all ready to cart away. there was thus any amount of prima-fade evidence of the robbery having taken place when we were all at table. as a matter of fact, lord thornaby left his dressing-room one minute, his valet followed him the minute after, and i entered the minute after that."

"through the window?"

"to be sure. i was waiting below in the garden. you have to pay for your garden in town, in more ways than one. you know the wall, of course, and that jolly old postern? the lock was beneath contempt."

"but what about the window? it's on the first floor, isn't it?"

raffles took up the cane which he had laid down with his overcoat. it was a stout bamboo with a polished ferule. he unscrewed the ferule, and shook out of the cane a diminishing series of smaller canes, exactly like a child's fishing-rod, which i afterward found to have been their former state. a double hook of steel was now produced and quickly attached to the tip of the top joint; then raffles undid three buttons of his waistcoat; and lapped round and round his waist was the finest of manila ropes, with the neatest of foot-loops at regular intervals.

"is it necessary to go any further?" asked raffles when he had unwound the rope. "this end is made fast to that end of the hook, the other half of the hook fits over anything that comes its way, and you leave your rod dangling while you swarm up your line. of course, you must know what you've got to hook on to; but a man who has had a porcelain bath fixed in his dressing-room is the man for me. the pipes were all outside, and fixed to the wall in just the right place. you see i had made a reconnaissance by day in addition to many by night; it would hardly have been worth while constructing my ladder on chance."

"so you made it on purpose!"

"my dear bunny," said raffles, as he wound the hemp girdle round his waist once more, "i never did care for ladder work, but i always said that if i ever used a ladder it should be the best of its kind yet invented. this one may come in useful again."

"but how long did the whole thing take you?"

"from mother earth, to mother earth? about five minutes, to-night, and one of those was spent in doing another man's work."

"what!" i cried. "you mean to tell me you climbed up and down, in and out, and broke into that cupboard and that big tin box, and wedged up the doors and cleared out with a peer's robes and all the rest of it in five minutes?"

"of course i don't, and of course i didn't."

"then what do you mean, and what did you do?"

"made two bites at the cherry, bunny! i had a dress rehearsal in the dead of last night, and it was then i took the swag. our noble friend was snoring next door all the time, but the effort may still stand high among my small exploits, for i not only took all i wanted, but left the whole place exactly as i found it, and shut things after me like a good little boy. all that took a good deal longer; to-night i had simply to rag the room a bit, sweep up some studs and links, and leave ample evidence of having boned those rotten robes to-night. that, if you come to think of it, was what you writing chaps would call the quintessential q.e.f. i have not only shown these dear criminologists that i couldn't possibly have done this trick, but that there's some other fellow who could and did, and whom they've been perfect asses to confuse with me."

you may figure me as gazing on raffles all this time in mute and rapt amazement. but i had long been past that pitch. if he had told me now that he had broken into the bank of england, or the tower, i should not have disbelieved him for a moment. i was prepared to go home with him to the albany and find the regalia under his bed. and i took down my overcoat as he put on his. but raffles would not hear of my accompanying him that night.

"no, my dear bunny, i am short of sleep and fed up with excitement. you mayn't believe it—you may look upon me as a plaster devil—but those five minutes you wot of were rather too crowded even for my taste. the dinner was nominally at a quarter to eight, and i don't mind telling you now that i counted on twice as long as i had. but no one came until twelve minutes to, and so our host took his time. i didn't want to be the last to arrive, and i was in the drawing-room five minutes before the hour. but it was a quicker thing than i care about, when all is said."

and his last word on the matter, as he nodded and went his way, may well be mine; for one need be no criminologist, much less a member of the criminologists' club, to remember what raffles did with the robes and coronet of the right hon. the earl of thornaby, k.g. he did with them exactly what he might have been expected to do by the gentlemen with whom he had foregathered; and he did it in a manner so characteristic of himself as surely to remove from their minds the last aura of the idea that he and himself were the same person. carter paterson was out of the question, and any labelling or addressing to be avoided on obvious grounds. but raffles stabled the white elephants in the cloak-room at charing cross—and sent lord thornaby the ticket.