a thief in the night-第26部分

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Old　Raffles　opened　his　own　door　to　me。　　I　cannot　remember　finding　him　fresher；　more　immaculate；　more　delightful　to　behold　in　every　way。　　Could　I　paint　a　picture　of　Raffles　with　something　other　than　my　pen；　it　would　be　as　I　saw　him　that　bright　March　morning；　at　his　open　door　in　the　Albany；　a　trim；　slim　figure　in　matutinal　gray；　cool　and　gay　and　breezy　as　incarnate　spring。

〃What　on　earth　did　you　do　it　for？〃　I　asked　within。

〃It　was　the　only　solution；〃　he　answered；　handing　me　the　cigarettes。　〃I　saw　it　the　moment　I　got　outside。〃

〃I　don't　see　it　yet。〃

〃Why　should　a　burglar　call　an　innocent　gentleman　away　from　home？〃

〃That's　what　we　couldn't　make　out。〃

〃I　tell　you　I　got　it　directly　I　had　left　you。　　He　called　you　away　in　order　to　burgle　you　too；　of　course！〃

And　Raffles　stood　smiling　upon　me　in　all。　his　incomparable　radiance　and　audacity。

〃But　why　me？〃　I　asked。　　〃Why　on　earth　should　he　burgle　me？〃

〃My　dear　Bunny；　we　must　leave　something　to　the　imagination　of　the　police。　　But　we　will　assist　them　to　a　fact　or　two　in　due　season。　It　was　the　dead　of　night　when　Maguire　first　took　us　to　his　house；　it　was　at　the　Imperial　Boxing　Club　we　met　him；　and　you　meet　queer　fish　at　the　Imperial　Boxing　Club。　　You　may　remember　that　he　telephoned　to　his　man　to　prepare　supper　for　us；　and　that　you　and　he　discussed　telephones　and　treasure　as　we　marched　through　the　midnight　streets。　　He　was　certainly　bucking　about　his　trophies；　and　for　the　sake　of　the　argument　you　will　be　good　enough　to　admit　that　you　probably　bucked　about　yours。　　What　happens？　　You　are　overheard；　you　are　followed；　you　are　worked　into　the　same　scheme；　and　robbed　on　the　same　night。〃

〃And　you　really　think　this　will　meet　the　case？〃　　　〃I　am　quite　certain　of　it；　Bunny；　so　far　as　it　rests　wit　us　to　meet　the　case　at　all。〃

〃Then　give　me　another　cigarette；　my　dear　fellow；　and　let　me　push　on　to　Scotland　Yard。〃

Raffles　held　up　both　hands　in　admiring　horror。　　〃Scotland　Yard！〃

〃To　give　a　false　description　of　what　you　took　from　that　drawer　in　my　wardrobe。〃

〃A　false　description！　　Bunny；　you　have　no　more　to　learn　from　me。　Time　was　when　I　wouldn't　have　let　you　go　there　without　me　to　retrieve　a　lost　umbrella　…　let　alone　a　lost　cause！〃

And　for　once　I　was　not　sorry　for　Raffles　to　have　the　last　unworthy　word；　as　he　stood　once　more　at　his　outer　door　and　gayly　waved　me　down　the　stairs。




The　Spoils　of　Sacrilege



There　was　one　deed　of　those　days　which　deserved　a　place　in　our　original　annals。　　It　is　the　deed　of　which　I　am　personally　most　ashamed。　　I　have　traced　the　course　of　a　score　of　felonies；　from　their　source　in　the　brain　of　Raffles　to　their　issue　in　his　hands。　I　have　omitted　all。　mention　of　the　one　which　emanated　from　my　own　miserable　mind。　　But　in　these　supplementary　memoirs；　wherein　I　pledged　myself　to　extenuate　nothing　more　that　I　might　have　to　tell　of　Raffles；　it　is　only　fair　that　I　should　make　as　clean　a　breast　of　my　own　baseness。　　It　was　I；　then；　and　I　alone；　who　outraged　natural　sentiment；　and　trampled　the　expiring　embers　of　elementary　decency；　by　proposing　and　planning　the　raid　upon　my　own　old　home。

I　would　not　accuse　myself　the　more　vehemently　by　making　excuses　at　this　point。　　　Yet　I　feel　bound　to　state　that　it　was　already　many　years　since　the　place　had　passed　from　our　possession　into　that　of　an　utter　alien；　against　whom　I　harbored　a　prejudice　which　was　some　excuse　in　itself。　　He　had　enlarged　and　altered　the　dear　old　place　out　of　knowledge；　nothing　had　been　good　enough　for　him　as　it　stood　in　our　day。　　The　man　was　a　hunting　maniac；　and　where　my　dear　father　used　to　grow　prize　peaches　under　glass；　this　vandal　was　soon　stabling　his　hothouse　thoroughbreds；　which　took　prizes　in　their　turn　at　all。　the　country　shows。　　It　was　a　southern　county；　and　I　never　went　down　there　without　missing　another　greenhouse　and　noting　a　corresponding　extension　to　the　stables。　　Not　that　I　ever　set　foot　in　the　grounds　from　the　day　we　left；　but　for　some　years　I　used　to　visit　old　friends　in　the　neighborhood；　and　could　never　resist　the　temptation　to　reconnoiter　the　scenes　of　my　childhood。　　And　so　far　as　could　be　seen　from　the　road　…　which　it　stood　too　near　…　the　house　itself　appeared　to　be　the　one　thing　that　the　horsey　purchaser　had　left　much　as　he　found　it。

My　only　other　excuse　may　be　none　at　all。　in　any　eyes　but　mine。　　It　was　my　passionate　desire　at　this　period　to　〃keep　up　my　end〃　with　Raffles　in　every　department　of　the　game　felonious。　　He　would　insist　upon　an　equal　division　of　all。　proceeds；　it　was　for　me　to　earn　my　share。　　So　far　I　had　been　useful　only　at　a　pinch；　the　whole　credit　of　any　real　success　belonged　invariably　to　Raffles。　　It　had　always　been　his　idea。　　That　was　the　tradition　which　I　sought　to　end；　and　no　means　could　compare　with　that　of　my　unscrupulous　choice。　　There　was　the　one　house　in　England　of　which　I　knew　every　inch；　and　Raffles　only　what　I　told　him。　　For　once　I　must　lead；　and　Raffles　follow；　whether　he　liked　it　or　not。　　He　saw　that　himself；　and　I　think　he　liked　it　better　than　he　liked　me　for　the　desecration　in　view；　but　I　had　hardened　my　heart；　and　his　feelings　were　too　fine　for　actual　remonstrance　on　such　a　point。

I；　in　my　obduracy；　went　to　foul　extremes。　　I　drew　plans　of　all。　the　floors　from　memory。　　I　actually　descended　upon　my　friends　in　the　neighborhood；　with　the　sole　object　of　obtaining　snap…shots　over　our　own　old　garden　wall。　　Even　Raffles　could　not　keep　his　eyebrows　down　when　I　showed　him　the　prints　one　morning　in　the　Albany。　　But　he　confined　his　open　criticisms　to　the　house。

〃Built　in　the　late　'sixties；　I　see；〃　said　Raffles；　〃or　else　very　early　in　the　'seventies。〃

〃Exactly　when　it　was　built；〃　I　replied。　　〃But　that's　worthy　of　a　sixpenny　detective；　Raffles！　　How　on　earth　did　you　know？〃

〃That　slate　tower　bang　over　the　porch；　with　the　dormer　windows　and　the　iron　railing　and　flagstaff　atop　makes　us　a　present　of　the　period。　You　see　them　on　almost　every　house　of　a　certain　size　built　about　thirty　years　ago。　　They　are　quite　the　most　useless　excrescences　I　know。〃

〃Ours　wasn't；〃　I　answered；　with　some　warmth。　　〃It　was　my　sanctum　sanctorum　in　the　holidays。　　I　smoked　my　first　pipe　up　there；　and　wrote　my　first　verses。〃

Raffles　laid　a　kindly　hand　upon　my　shoulder　…　〃Bunny；　Bunny；　you　can　rob　the　old　place；　and　yet　you　can't　hear　a　word　against　it？〃

〃That's　different；〃　said　I　relentlessly。　　〃The　tower　was　there　in　my　time；　but　the　man　I　mean　to　rob　was　not。〃

〃You　really　do　mean　to　do　it；　Bunny？〃

〃By　myself；　if　necessary？　　I　averred。

〃Not　again；　Bunny；　not　again；〃　rejoined　Raffles；　laughing　as　he　shook　his　head。　　〃But　do　you　think　the　man　has　enough　to　make　it　worth　our　while　to　go　so　far　afield？〃

〃Far　afield！　　It's　not　forty　miles　on　the　London　and　Brighton。〃

〃Well；　that's　as　bad　as　a　hundred　on　most　lines。　　And　when　did　you　say　it　was　to　be？〃

〃Friday　week。〃

〃I　don't　much　like　a　Friday；　Bunny。　　Why　make　it　one？〃

〃It's　the　night　of　their　Hunt　Point…to…Point。　　They　wind　up　the　season　with　it　every　year；　and　the　bloated　Guillemard　usually　sweeps　the　board　with　his　fancy　flyers。〃

〃You　mean　the　man　in　your　old　house？〃

〃Yes；　and　he　tops　up　with　no　end　of　dinner　there；〃　I　went　on；　〃to　his　hunting　pals　and　the　bloods　who　ride　for　him。　　If　the　festive　board　doesn't　groan　under　a　new　regiment　of　challenge　cups；　it　will　be　no　fault　of　theirs；　and　old　Guillemard　will　have　to　do　them　top…hole　all。　the　same。〃

〃So　it's　a　case　of　common　pot…hunting；〃　remarked　Raffles；　eyeing　me　shrewdly　through　the　cigarette　smoke。

〃Not　for　us；　my　dear　fellow；〃　I　made　answer　in　his　own　tone。　　〃I　wouldn't　ask　you　to　break　into　the　next　set　of　chambers　here　in　the　Albany　for　a　few　pieces　of　modern　silver；　Raffles。　　Not　that　we　need　scorn　the　cups　if　we　get　a　chance　of　lifting　them；　and　if　Guillemard　does　so　in　the　first　instance。　　It's　by　no　means　certain　that　he　will。　But　it　is　pretty　certain　to　be　a　lively　night　for　him　and　his　pals　　…　and　a　vulnerable　one　for　the　best　bedroom！〃　　　　〃Capital！〃　said　Raffles；　throwing　coils　of　smoke　between　his　smiles。　〃Still；　if　it's　a　dinner…party；　the　hostess　won't　leave　her　jewels　upstairs。　　She'll　wear　them；　my　boy。〃

〃Not　all。　of　them；　Raffles；　she　has　far　too　many　for　that。　　Besides；　it　isn't　an　ordinary　dinner…party；　they　say　Mrs。　　Guillemard　is　generally　the　only　lady　there；　and　that　she's　quite　charming　in　herself。　　Now；　no　charming　woman　would　clap　on　all。　sail　in　jewels　for　a　roomful　of　fox…hunters。〃

〃It　depends　what　jewels　she　has。〃

〃Well；　she　might　wear　her　rope　of　pearls。〃

〃I　should　have　said　so。〃

〃And；　of　course；　her　rings。〃

〃Exactly；　Bunny。〃

〃But　not　necessarily　her　diamond　tiara　…　〃

〃Has　she　got　one？〃

〃　…　and　certainly　not　her　emerald　and　diamond　necklace　on　top　of　all。！〃　　　　Raffles　snatched　the　Sullivan　from　his　lips；　and　his　eyes　burned　like　its　end。

〃Bunny；　do　you　mean　to　tell　me　there　are　all。　these　things？〃

〃Of　course　I　do；〃　said　I。　　〃They　are　rich　people；　and　he's　not　such　a　brute　as　to　spend　everything　on　his　stable。　　Her　jewels　are　as　much　the　talk　as　his　hunters。　　My　friends　told　me　all。　about　both　the　other　day　when　I　was　down　making　inquiries。　　They　thought　my　curiosity　as　natural　as　my　wish　for　a　few　snapshots　of　the　old　place。　　In　their　opinion　the　emerald　necklace　alone　must　be　worth　thousands　of　pounds。〃

Raffles　rubbed　his　hands　in　playful　pantomime。

〃I　only　hope　you　didn't　ask　too　many　questions；　Bunny！　　But　if　your　friends　are　such　old　friends；　you　will　never　enter　their　heads　when　they　hear　what　has　happened；　unless　you　are　seen　down　there　on　the　night；　which　might　be　fatal。　　Your　approach　will　require　some　thought：　if　you　like　I　can　work　out　the　shot　for　you。　　I　shall　go　down　independently；　and　the　best　thing　may　be　to　meet　outside　the　house　itself　on　the　night　of　nights。　　But　from　that　moment　I　am　in　your　hands。〃

And　on　these　refreshing　lines　our　plan　of　campaign　was　gradually　developed　and　elaborated　into　that　finished　study　on　which　Raffles　would　rely　like　any　artist　of　the　footlights。　　None　were　more　capable　than　he　of　coping　with　the　occasion　as　it　rose；　of　rising　himself　with　the　emergency　of　the　moment；　of　snatching　a　victory　from　the　very　dust　of　defeat。　　Yet；　for　choice；　every　detail　was　premeditated；　and　an　alternative　expedient　at　e