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〃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。 I'll have a train to catch as soon as ever I dare。〃
I obeyed without a word； and with the less uneasiness as I had time to consider the situation。 It even struck me that Raffles was for once inclined to exaggerate the undeniable risk that we ran by remaining in the same room with an officer whom both he and I knew only too well by name and repute。 Raffles； after all。； had aged and altered out of knowledge； but he had not lost the nerve that was equal to a far more direct encounter than was at all。 likely to be forced upon us。 On the other hand； it was most improbable that a distinguished detective would know by sight an obscure delinquent like myself； besides； this one had come to the front since my day。 Yet a risk it was； and I certainly did not smile as I bent over the album of horrors produced by our guide。 I could still take an interest in the dreadful photographs of murderous and murdered men； they appealed to the morbid element in my nature； and it was doubtless with degenerate unction that I called Raffles's attention to a certain scene of notorious slaughter。 There was no response。 I looked round。 There was no Raffles to respond。 We had all。 three been examining the photographs at one of the windows； at another three newcomers were similarly engrossed； and without one word； or a single sound； Raffles had decamped behind all。 our backs。
Fortunately the clerk was himself very busy gloating over the horrors of the album； before he looked round I had hidden my astonishment； but not my wrath； of which I had the instinctive sense to make no secret。
〃My friend's the most impatient man on earth！〃 I exclaimed。 〃He said he was going to catch a train； and now he's gone without a word！〃
〃I never heard him；〃 said the clerk； looking puzzled。
〃No more did I； but he did touch me on the shoulder；〃 I lied； 〃and say something or other。 I was too deep in this beastly book to pay much attention。 He must have meant that he was off。 Well； let him be off！ I mean to see all。 that's to be seen。〃
And in my nervous anxiety to allay any suspicions aroused by my companion's extraordinary behavior； I outstayed even the eminent detective and his friends； saw them examine the Raffles Relics； heard them discuss me under my own nose； and at last was alone with the anemic clerk。 I put my hand in my pocket； and measured him with a sidelong eye。 The tipping system is nothing less than a minor bane of my existence。 Not that one is a grudging giver； but simply because in so many cases it is so hard to know whom to tip and what to tip him。 I know what it is to be the parting guest who has not parted freely enough； and that not from stinginess but the want of a fine instinct on the point。 I made no mistake； however； in the case of the clerk； who accepted my pieces of silver without demur； and expressed a hope of seeing the article which I had assured him I was about to write。 He has had some years to wait for it； but I flatter myself that these belated pages will occasion more interest than offense if they ever do meet those watery eyes。
Twilight was falling when I reached the street； the sky behind St。 Stephen's had flushed and blackened like an angry face； the lamps were lit； and under every one I was unreasonable enough to look for Raffles。 Then I made foolishly sure that I should find him hanging about the station； and hung thereabouts myself until one Richmond train had gone without me。 In the end I walked over the bridge to Waterloo； and took the first train to Teddington instead。 That made a shorter walk of it； but I had to grope my way through a white fog from the river to Ham Common； and it was the hour of our cosy dinner when I reached our place of retirement。 There was only a flicker of firelight on the blinds： I was the first to return after all。 It was nearly four hours since Raffles had stolen away from my side in the ominous precincts of Scotland Yard。 Where could he be？ Our landlady wrung her hands over him； she had cooked a dinner after her favorite's heart； and I let it spoil before making one of the most melancholy meals of my life。
Up to midnight there was no sign of him； but long before this time I had reassured our landlady with a voice and face that must have given my words the lie。 I told her that Mr。 Ralph （as she used to call him） had said something about going to the theatre； that I thought he had given up the idea； but I must have been mistaken； and should certainly sit up for him。 The attentive soul brought in a plate of sandwiches before she retired； and I prepared to make a night of it in a chair by the sitting…room fire。 Darkness and bed I could not face in my anxiety。 In a way I felt as though duty and loyalty called me out into the winter s night； and yet whither should I turn to look for Raffles？ I could think of but one place； and to seek him there would be to destroy myself without aiding him。 It was my growing conviction that he had been recognized when leaving Scotland Yard； and either taken then and there； or else hunted into some new place of hiding。 It would all。 be in the morning papers； and it was all。 his own fault。 He had thrust his head into the lion's mouth； and the lion's jaws had snapped。 Had he managed to withdraw his head in time？
There was a bottle at my elbow； and that night I say deliberately that it was not my enemy but my friend。 It procured me at last some surcease from my suspense。 I fell fast asleep in my chair before the fire。 The lamp was still burning； and the fire red； when I awoke； but I sat very stiff in the iron clutch of a wintry morning。 Suddenly I slued round in my chair。 And there was Raffles in a chair behind me； with the door open behind him； quietly taking off his boots。
〃Sorry to wake you； Bunny；〃 said he。 〃I thought I was behaving like a mouse； but after a three hours' tramp one's feet are all。 heels。〃
I did not get up and fall upon his neck。 I sat back in my chair and blinked with bitterness upon his selfish insensibility。 He should not know what I had been through on his account。
〃Walk out from town？〃 I inquired； as indifferently as though he were in the habit of doing so。
〃From Scotland Yard；〃 he answered； stretching himself before the fire in his stocking soles。