'Have a Sullivan, first.'
'Are we as safe as all that?'
'If we're careful to make an ash-tray of our own pockets,' said Raffles, and I heard him tapping his cigarette in the dark. I refused to run any risks. Next moment his match revealed him sitting at the bottom of one flight, and me at the top of the flight below; either spiral was lost in shadow; and all I saw besides was a cloud of smoke from the blood-stained lips of Raffles, more clouds of cobwebs, and Levy's boots lying over on their uppers, almost in my lap. Raffles called my attention to them before he blew out his match.
'He hasn't turned his toes up yet, you see! It's a hog's sleep, but not by any means his last.'
'Did you mean just now that he woke up while I was in the boathouse?'
'Almost as soon as your back was turned, Bunny—if you call it waking up. You had knocked him out, you know, but only for a few minutes.'
'Do you mean to tell me that he was none the worse?'
'Very little, Bunny.'
My feeble heart jumped about in my body.
'Then what knocked him out again, A.J.?'
'I did.'
'In the same way?'
'No, Bunny, he asked for a drink and I gave him one.'
'A doctored drink!' I whispered with some horror; it was refreshing to feel once more horrified at some act not one's own.
'So to speak,' said Raffles, with a gesture that I followed by the red end of his cigarette; 'I certainly touched it up a bit, but I always meant to touch up his liquor if the beggar went back on his word. He did a good deal worse—for the second time of asking—and you did better than I ever knew you do before, Bunny! I simply carried on the good work. Our friend is full of a judicious blend of his own whiskey and the stuff poor Teddy had the other night. And when he does come to his senses I believe we shall find him damned sensible.'
'And if he isn't, I suppose you'll keep him here until he is?'
'I shall hold him up to ransom,' said Raffles, 'at the top of this ruddy tower, until he pays through both nostrils for the privilege of climbing down alive.'
'You mean until he stands by his side of your bargain?' said I, only hoping that was his meaning, but not without other apprehensions which Raffles speedily confirmed.
'And the rest!' he replied, significantly. 'You don't suppose the skunk's going to get off as lightly as if he'd played the game, do you? I've got one of my own to play now, Bunny, and I mean to play it for all I'm worth. I thought it would come to this!'
In fact, he had foreseen treachery from the first, and the desperate device of kidnapping the traitor proved to have been as deliberate a move as Raffles had ever planned to meet a probable contingency. He had brought down a pair of handcuffs as well as a sufficient supply of Somnol. My own deed of violence was the one entirely unforeseen effect, and Raffles vowed it had been a help. But when I inquired whether he had ever been over this empty house before, an irritable jerk of his cigarette end foretold the answer.
'My good Bunny, is this a time for rotten questions? Of course I've been over the whole place; didn't I tell you I'd been spending the week-end in these parts? I got an order to view the place, and have bribed the gardener not to let anybody else see over it till I've made up my mind. The gardener's cottage is on the other side of the main road, which runs flush with the front of the house; there's a splendid garden on that side, but it takes him all his time to keep it up, so he's given up bothering about this bit here. He only sets foot in the house to show people over; his wife comes in sometimes to open the downstairs windows; the ones upstairs are never shut. So you perceive we shall be fairly free from interruption at the top of this tower, especially when I tell you that it finishes in a room as sound-proof as old Carlyle's crow's-nest in Cheyne Row.'
It flashed across me that another great man of letters had made his local habitation if not his name in this part of the Thames Valley; and when I asked if this was that celebrity's house, Raffles seemed surprised that I had not recognised it as such in the dark. He said it would never let again, as the place was far too good for its position, which was now much too near London. He also told me that the idea of holding Dan Levy up to ransom had occurred to him when he found himself being followed about town by Levy's 'mamelukes,' and saw what a traitor he had to cope with.
'And I hope you like the idea, Bunny,' he added, 'because I was never caught kidnapping before, and in all London there wasn't a bigger man to kidnap.'
'I love it,' said I (and it was true enough of the abstract idea), 'but don't you think he's just a bit too big? Won't the country ring with his disappearance?'
'My dear Bunny, nobody will dream he's disappeared!' said Raffles, confidently. 'I know the habits of the beast; didn't I tell you he ran another show somewhere? Nobody seems to know where, but when he isn't here, that's where he's supposed to be, and when he's there he cuts town for days on end. I suppose you never noticed I've been wearing an overcoat all this time, Bunny?'
'Oh, yes, I did,' said I. 'Of course it's one of his?'
'The very one he'd have worn to-night, and his soft hat from the same peg is in one of the pockets; their absence won't look as if he'd come out feet first, will it, Bunny? I thought his stick might be in the way, so instead of bringing it too, I stowed it away behind his books. But these things will serve a second turn when we see our way to letting him go again like a gentleman.'
The red end of the Sullivan went out sizzling between a moistened thumb and finger, and no doubt Raffles put it carefully in his pocket as he rose to resume the ascent. It was still perfectly dark on the tower stairs; but by the time we reached the sanctum at the top we could see each other's outlines against certain ovals of wild grey sky and dying stars. For there was a window more like a porthole in three of the four walls; in the fourth wall was a cavity like a ship's bunk, into which we lifted our still unconscious prisoner as gently as we might. Nor was that the last that was done for him, now that some slight amends were possible. From an invisible locker Raffles produced bundles of thin, coarse stuff, one of which he placed as a pillow under the sleeper's head, while the other was shaken out into a covering for his body.
'And you asked me if I'd ever been over the place!' said Raffles, putting a third bundle in my hands. 'Why, I slept up here last night, just to see if it was all as quiet as it looked; these were my bed-clothes, and I want you to follow my example.'
'I go to sleep?' I cried. 'I couldn't and wouldn't for a thousand pounds, Raffles!'
'Oh, yes, you could!' said Raffles, and as he spoke there was a horrible explosion in the tower. Upon my word, I thought one of us was shot, until there came the smaller sounds of froth pattering on the floor and liquor bubbling from a bottle.
'Champagne!' I exclaimed, when he had handed me the metal cap of a flask, and I had taken a sip. 'Did you hide that up here as well?'
'I hid nothing up here except myself,' returned Raffles, laughing. 'This is one of a couple of pints from the cellarette in Levy's billiard den; take your will of it, Bunny, and perhaps the old man may have the other when he's a good boy. I fancy we shall find it a stronger card than it looks. Meanwhile let sleeping dogs lie and lying dogs sleep! And you'd be far more use to me later, Bunny, if only you'd try to do the same.'
I was beginning to feel that I might try, for Raffles was filling up the metal cup every minute, and also plying me with sandwiches from Levy's table, brought hence (with the champagne) in Levy's overcoat pocket. It was still pleasing to reflect that they had been originally intended for the rival bravos of Gray's Inn. But another idea that did occur to me, I dismissed at the time, and so justly that I would disabuse any other suspicious mind of it without delay. Dear old Raffles was scarcely more skilful and audacious as amateur cracksman than as amateur anaesthetist, nor was he ever averse from the practice of his uncanny genius at either game. But, sleepy as I soon found myself at the close of our very long night's work, I had no subsequent reason to suppose that Raffles had given
So I rolled myself up on the locker, just as things were beginning to take visible shape even without the tower windows behind them, and I was almost dropping off to sleep when a sudden anxiety smote my mind.
'What about the boat?' I asked.
There was no answer.
'Raffles!' I cried. 'What are you going to do about the beggar's boat?'
