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 each finger's end for as many bare and awful possibilities. In this case, however, the finished study stopped short at the garden gate or wall; there I was to assume command; and though Raffles carried the actual tools of trade of which he alone was master, it was on the understanding that for once I should control and direct their use.
I had gone down in evening-clothes by an evening train, but had carefully overshot old landmarks, and alighted at a small station some miles south of the one where I was still remembered. This committed me to a solitary and somewhat lengthy tramp; but the night was mild and starry, and I marched into it with a high stomach; for this was to be no costume crime, and yet I should have Raffles at my elbow all. the night. Long before I reached my destination, indeed, he stood in wait for me on the white highway, and we finished with linked arms.
'I came down early,' said Raffles, 'and had a look at the races. I always prefer to measure my man, Bunny;
