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〃Exactly；〃 said Raffles； nodding to himself； as though in assent to some hidden train of thought； 〃exactly what I remember of you； and I'll bet it's as true now as it was ten years ago。 We don't alter； Bunny。 We only develop。 I suppose neither you nor I are really altered since you used to let down that rope and I used to come up it hand over hand。 You would stick at nothing for a palwhat？〃
〃At nothing in this world；〃 I was pleased to cry。
〃Not even at a crime？〃 said Raffles； smiling。
I stopped to think； for his tone had changed； and I felt sure he was chaffing me。 Yet his eye seemed as much in earnest as ever； and for my part I was in no mood for reservations。
〃No； not even at that；〃 I declared； 〃name your crime； and I'm your man。〃
He looked at me one moment in wonder； and another moment in doubt； then turned the matter off with a shake of his head； and the little cynical laugh that was all his own。
〃You're a nice chap； Bunny！ A real desperate characterwhat？ Suicide one moment； and any crime I like the next！ What you want is a drag； my boy； and you did well to come to a decent law…abiding citizen with a reputation to lose。 None the less we must have that money to…nightby hook or crook。〃
〃To…night； Raffles？〃
〃The sooner the better。 Every hour after ten o'clock to…morrow morning is an hour of risk。 Let one of those checks get round to your own bank； and you and it are dishonored together。 No； we must raise the wind to…night and re…open your account first thing to…morrow。 And I rather think I know where the wind can be raised。〃
〃At two o'clock in the morning？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃But howbut whereat such an hour？〃
〃From a friend of mine here in Bond Street。〃
〃He must be a very intimate friend！〃
〃Intimate's not the word。 I have the run of his place and a latch…key all to myself。〃
〃You would knock him up at this hour of the night？〃
〃If he's in bed。〃
〃And it's essential that I should go in with you？〃
〃Absolutely。〃
〃Then I must； but I'm bound to say I don't like the idea； Raffles。〃
〃Do you prefer the alternative？〃 asked my companion； with a sneer。 〃No； hang it； that's unfair！〃 he cried apologetically in the same breath。 〃I quite understand。 It's a beastly ordeal。 But it would never do for you to stay outside。 I tell you what； you shall have a peg before we startjust one。 There's the whiskey； here's a syphon； and I'll be putting on an overcoat while you help yourself。〃
Well； I daresay I did so with some freedom； for this plan of his was not the less distasteful to me from its apparent inevitability。 I must own； however； that it possessed fewer terrors before my glass was empty。 Meanwhile Raffles rejoined me； with a covert coat over his blazer； and a soft felt hat set carelessly on the curly head he shook with a smile as I passed him the decanter。
〃When we come back；〃 said he。 〃Work first； play afterward。 Do you see what day it is？〃 he added； tearing a leaflet from a Shakespearian calendar； as I drained my glass。 〃March 15th。 'The Ides of March； the Ides of March； remember。' Eh； Bunny； my boy？ You won't forget them； will you？〃
And； with a laugh； he threw some coals on the fire before turning down the gas like a careful householder。 So we went out together as the clock on the chimney…piece was striking two。
II
Piccadilly was a trench of raw white fog； rimmed with blurred street…lamps； and lined with a thin coating of adhesive mud。 We met no other wayfarers on the deserted flagstones； and were ourselves favored with a very hard stare from the constable of the beat； who； however； touched his helmet on recognizing my companion。
〃You see； I'm known to the police；〃 laughed Raffles as we passed on。 〃Poor devils； they've got to keep their weather eye open on a night like this！ A fog may be a bore to you and me； Bunny； but it's a perfect godsend to the criminal classes； especially so late in their season。 Here we are； thoughand I'm hanged if the beggar isn't in bed and asleep after all！〃
We had turned into Bond Street； and had halted on the curb a few yards down on the right。 Raffles was gazing up at some windows across the road； windows barely discernible through the mist； and without the glimmer of a light to throw them out。 They were over a jeweller's shop； as I could see by the peep…hole in the shop door； and the bright light burning within。 But the entire 〃upper part；〃 with the private street…door next the shop； was black and blank as the sky itself。
〃Better give it up for to…night；〃 I urged。 〃Surely the morning will be time enough！〃
〃Not a bit of it；〃 said Raffles。 〃I have his key。 We'll surprise him。 Come along。〃
And seizing my right arm； he hurried me across the road； opened the door with his latch…key； and in another moment had shut it swiftly but softly behind us。 We stood together in the dark。 Outside； a measured step was approaching； we had heard it through the fog as we crossed the street； now； as it drew nearer； my companion's fingers tightened on my arm。
〃It may be the chap himself；〃 he whispered。 〃He's the devil of a night…bird。 Not a sound； Bunny！ We'll startle the life out of him。 Ah！〃
The measured step had passed without a pause。 Raffles drew a deep breath； and his singular grip of me slowly relaxed。
〃But still； not a sound；〃 he continued in the same whisper； 〃we'll take a rise out of him； wherever he is！ Slip off your shoes and follow me。〃
Well； you may wonder at my doing so； but you can never have met A。 J。 Raffles。 Half his power lay in a conciliating trick of sinking the commander in the leader。 And it was impossible not to follow one who led with such a zest。 You might question； but you followed first。 So now； when I heard him kick off his own shoes； I did the same； and was on the stairs at his heels before I realized what an extraordinary way was this of approaching a stranger for money in the dead of night。 But obviously Raffles and he were on exceptional terms of intimacy； and I could not but infer that they were in the habit of playing practical jokes upon each other。
We groped our way so slowly upstairs that I had time to make more than one note before we reached the top。 The stair was uncarpeted。 The spread fingers of my right hand encountered nothing on the damp wall； those of my left trailed through a dust that could be felt on the banisters。 An eerie sensation had been upon me since we entered the house。 It increased with every step we climbed。 What hermit were we going to startle in his cell？
We came to a landing。 The banisters led us to the left； and to the left again。 Four steps more； and we were on another and a longer landing； and suddenly a match blazed from the black。 I never heard it struck。 Its flash was blinding。 When my eyes became accustomed to the light； there was Raffles holding up the match with one hand； and shading it with the other； between bare boards； stripped walls； and the open doors of empty rooms。
〃Where have you brought me？〃 I cried。 〃The house is unoccupied！〃
〃Hush！ Wait！〃 he whispered； and he led the way into one of the empty rooms。 His match went out as we crossed the threshold； and he struck another without the slightest nois