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e； and it does seem a bit of a shame； but more shame for the miser who hoards in his cellar what was meant for mankind！ Come； Bunny； lead the way。 This baby is worth nursing。 It would break my heart if anything happened to it now！〃
So we celebrated my first night in the furnished house； and I slept beyond belief； slept as I never was to sleep there again。 But it was strange to hear the milkman in the early morning； and the postman knocking his way along the street an hour later； and to be passed over by one destroying angel after another。 I had come down early enough； and watched through the drawing…room blind the cleansing of all。 the steps in the street but ours。 Yet Raffles had evidently been up some time； the house seemed far purer than overnight as though he had managed to air it room by room； and from the one with the gas…stove there came a frizzling sound that fattened the heart。
I only would I had the pen to do justice to the week I spent in…doors on Campden Hill！ It might make amusing reading； the reality for me was far removed from the realm of amusement。 Not that I was denied many a laugh of suppressed heartiness when Raffles and I were together。 But half our time we very literally saw nothing of each other。 I need not say whose fault that was。 He would be quiet； he was in ridiculous and offensive earnest about his egregious Cure。 Kinglake he would read by the hour together； day and night； by the hanging lamp； lying up…stairs on the best bed。 There was daylight enough for me in the drawing…room below； and there I would sit immersed in criminous tomes weakly fascinated until I shivered and shook in my stocking soles。 Often I longed to do something hysterically desperate； to rouse Raffles and bring the street about our ears； once I did bring him about mine by striking a single note on the piano； with the soft pedal down。 His neglect of me seemed wanton at the time。 I have long realized that he was only wise to maintain silence at the expense of perilous amenities； and as fully justified in those secret and solitary sorties which made bad blood in my veins。 He was far cleverer than I at getting in and out； but even had I been his match for stealth and wariness； my company would have doubled every risk。 I admit now that he treated me with quite as much sympathy as common caution would permit。 But at the time I took it so badly as to plan a small revenge。
What with his flourishing beard and the increasing shabbiness of the only suit he had brought with him to the house； there was no denying that Raffles had now the advantage of a permanent disguise。 That was another of his excuses for leaving me as he did； and it was the one I was determined to remove。 On a morning； therefore； when I awoke to find him flown again； I proceeded to execute a plan which I had already matured in my mind。 Colonel Crutchley was a married man； there were no signs of children in the house； on the other hand； there was much evidence that the wife was a woman of fashion。 Her dresses overflowed the wardrobe and her room； large； flat； cardboard boxes were to be found in every corner of the upper floors。 She was a tall woman； I was not too tall a man。 Like Raffles； I had not shaved on Campden Hill。 That morning； however； I did my best with a very fair razor which the colonel had left behind in my room； then I turned out the lady's wardrobe and the cardboard boxes； and took my choice。
I have fair hair； and at the time it was rather long。 With a pair of Mrs。 Crutchley's tongs and a discarded hair…net； I was able to produce an almost immodest fringe。 A big black hat with a wintry feather completed a headdress as unseasonable as my skating skirt and feather boa； of course； the good lady had all。 her summer frocks away with her in Switzerland。 This was all。 the more annoying from the fact that we were having a very warm September； so I was not sorry to hear Raffles return as I was busy adding a layer of powder to my heated countenance。 I listened a moment on the landing； but as he went into the study I determined to complete my toilet in every detail。 My idea was first to give him the fright he deserved； and secondly to show him that I was quite as fit to move abroad as he。 It was； however； I confess； a pair of the colonel's gloves that I was buttoning as I slipped down to the study even more quietly than usual。 The electric light was on； as it generally was by day； and under it stood as formidable a figure as ever I encountered in my life of crime。
Imagine a thin but extremely wiry man； past middle age； brown and bloodless as any crabapple； but as coolly truculent and as casually alert as Raffles at his worst。 It was； it could only be； the fire…eating and prison…inspecting colonel himself！ He was ready for me； a revolver in his hand； taken； as I could see； from one of those locked drawers in the pedestal desk with which Raffles had refused to tamper； the drawer was open； and a bunch of keys depended from the lock。 A grim smile crumpled up the parchment face； so that one eye was puckered out of sight； the other was propped open by an eyeglass； which； however； dangled on its string when I appeared。
〃A woman； begad！〃 the warrior exclaimed。 〃And where's the man； you scarlet hussy？〃
Not a word could I utter。 But； in my horror and my amazement； I have no sort of doubt that I acted the part I had assumed in a manner I never should have approached in happier circumstances。
〃Come； come； my lass；〃 cried the old oak veteran； 〃I'm not going to put a bullet through you； you know！ You tell me all。 about it； and it'll do you more good than harm。 There； I'll put the nasty thing away and … God bless me； if the brazen wench hasn't squeezed into the wife's kit！〃
A squeeze it happened to have been； and in my emotion it felt more of one than ever； but his sudden discovery had not heightened the veteran's animosity against me。 On the contrary； I caught a glint of humor through his gleaming glass； and he proceeded to pocket his revolver like the gentleman he was。
〃'Well； well； it's lucky I looked in；〃 he continued。 〃I only came round on the off…chance of letters； but if I hadn't you'd have had another week in clover。 Begad； though； I saw your handwriting the moment I'd got my nose inside！ Now just be sensible and tell me where your good man is。
I had no man。 I was alone； had broken in alone。 There was not a soul in the affair （much less the house） except myself。 So much I stuttered out in tones too hoarse to betray me on the spot。 But the old man of the world shook a hard old head。
〃Quite right not to give away your pal；〃 said he。 〃But I'm not one of the marines； my dear； and you mustn't expect me to swallow all。 that。 Well； if you won't say； you won't； and we must just send for those who will。〃
In a flash I saw his fell design。 The telephone directory lay open on one of the pedestals。 He must have been consulting it when he heard me on the stairs； he had another look at it now； and that gave me my opportunity。 With a presence of mind rare enough in me to excuse the boast； I flung myself upon the instrument in the corner and hurled it to the ground with all。 my might。 I was myself sent spinnin