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Yet the solid fact held good … held better than ever … that I had seen his plunder safely planted in my bank。 Crawshay himself could not follow it there。 I was certain he had not followed my cab： in the acute self…consciousness induced by that abominable drive； I should have known it in my bones if he had。 I thought of the porter's friend who had helped me with the chest。 No； I remember him as well as I remembered Crawshay； they were quite different types。
To remove that vile box from the bank； on top of another cab； with no stronger pretext and no further instructions； was not to be thought of for a moment。 Yet I did think of it； for hours。 I was always anxious to do my part by Raffles； he had done more than his by me； not once or twice； to…day or yesterday； but again and again from the very first。 I need not state the obvious reasons I had for fighting shy of the personal custody of his accursed chest。 Yet he had run worse risks for me； and I wanted him to learn that he； too； could depend on a devotion not unworthy of his own。
In my dilemma I did what I have often done when at a loss for light and leading。 I took hardly any lunch； but went to Northumberland Avenue and had a Turkish bath instead。 I know nothing so cleansing to mind as well as body； nothing better calculated to put the finest possible edge on such judgment as one may happen to possess。 Even Raffles； without an ounce to lose or a nerve to soothe； used to own a sensuous appreciation of the peace of mind and person to be gained in this fashion when all others failed。 For me； the fun began before the boots were off one's feet； the muffled footfalls； the thin sound of the fountain； even the spent swathed forms upon the couches； and the whole clean； warm； idle atmosphere； were so much unction to my simpler soul。 The half…hour in the hot…rooms I used to count but a strenuous step to a divine lassitude of limb and accompanying exaltation of intellect。 And yet … and yet … it was in the hottest room of all； in a temperature of 270？Fahrenheit； that the bolt fell from the Pall Mall Gazette which I had bought outside the bath。
I was turning over the hot； crisp pages； and positively revelling in my fiery furnace； when the following headlines and leaded paragraphs leapt to my eye with the force of a veritable blow：
BANK ROBBERS IN THE WEST END … DARING AND MYSTERIOUS CRIME
An audacious burglary and dastardly assault have been committed on the premises of the City and Suburban Bank in Sloane Street； W。 From the details so far to hand； the robbery appears to have been deliberately planned and adroitly executed in the early hours of this morning。
A night watchman named Fawcett states that between one and two o'clock he heard a slight noise in the neighborhood of the lower strong…room； used as a repository for the plate and other possessions of various customers of the bank。 Going down to investigate； he was instantly attacked by a powerful ruffian； who succeeded in felling him to the ground before an alarm could be raised。
Fawcett is unable to furnish any description of his assailant or assailants； but is of opinion that more than one were engaged in the commission of the crime。 When the unfortunate man recovered consciousness； no trace of the thieves remained； with the exception of a single candle which had been left burning on the flags of the corridor。 The strong…room； however； had been opened； and it is feared the raid on the chests of plate and other valuables may prove to have been only too successful； in view of the Easter exodus； which the thieves had evidently taken into account。 The ordinary banking chambers were not even visited； entry and exit are believed to have been effected through the coal cellar； which is also situated in the basement。 Up to the present the police have effected no arrest。
I sat practically paralyzed by this appalling news； and I swear that； even in that incredible temperature； it was a cold perspiration in which I sweltered from head to heel。 Crawshay； of course！ Crawshay once more upon the track of Raffles and his ill…gotten gains！ And once more I blamed Raffles himself： his warning had come too late： he should have wired to me at once not to take the box to the bank at all。 He was a madman ever to have invested in so obvious and obtrusive a receptacle for treasure。 It would serve Raffles right if that and no other was the box which had been broken into by the thieves。
Yet； when I considered the character of his treasure； I fairly shuddered in my sweat。 It was a hoard of criminal relics。 Suppose his chest had indeed been rifled； and emptied of every silver thing but one； that one remaining piece of silver； seen of men； was quite enough to cast Raffles into the outer darkness of penal servitude！ And Crawshay was capable of it … of perceiving the insidious revenge … of taking it without compunction or remorse。
There was only one course for me。 I must follow my instructions to the letter and recover the chest at all hazards； or be taken myself in the attempt。 If only Raffles had left me some address； to which I could have wired some word of warning！ But it was no use thinking of that； for the rest there was time enough up to four o'clock； and as yet it was not three。 I determined to go through with my bath and make the most of it。 Might it not be my last for years？
But I was past enjoying even a Turkish bath。 I had not the patience for a proper shampoo； or sufficient spirit for the plunge。 I weighed myself automatically； for that was a matter near my heart； but I forgot to give my man his sixpence until the reproachful intonation of his adieu recalled me to myself。 And my couch in the cooling gallery … my favorite couch； in my favorite corner； which I had secured with gusto on coming in … it was a bed of thorns； with hideous visions of a plank…bed to follow！
I ought to be able to add that I heard the burglary discussed on adjacent couches before I left I certainly listened for it； and was rather disappointed more than once when I had held my breath in vain。 But this is the unvarnished record of an odious hour； and it passed without further aggravation from without； only； as I drove to Sloane Street； the news was on all the posters； and on one I read of 〃a clew〃 which spelt for me a doom I was grimly resolved to share。
Already there was something in the nature of a 〃run〃 up on the Sloane Street branch of the City and Suburban。 A cab drove away with a chest of reasonable dimensions as mine drove up； while in the bank itself a lady was making a painful scene。 As for the genial clerk who had roared at my jokes the day before； he was mercifully in no mood for any more； but； on the contrary； quite rude to me at sight。
〃I've been expecting you all the afternoon；〃 said he。 〃You needn't look so pale。〃
〃Is it safe？〃
〃That Noah's Ark of yours？ Yes； so I hear； they'd just got to it when they were interrupted； and they never went back again。〃
〃Then it wasn't even opened？〃
〃Only just begun on； I believe。〃
〃Thank God！〃
〃You may； we don't；〃 growled the clerk。 〃The manager says h