Raffles smiled as he shook his head.
'No, no, Bunny; I prolonged the visit, as I paid it, of my own accord. As for my reasons, they are far too many for me to tell you them all.; they rather weighed upon me as I walked out; but you'll see them for yourself if you turn round.'
I was standing with my back to the chair in which I had been asleep; behind the chair was the round lodging-house table; and there, reposing on the cloth with the whiskey and sandwiches, was the whole collection of Raffles Relics which had occupied the lid of the silver-chest in the Black Museum at Scotland Yard! The chest alone was missing. There was the revolver that I had only once heard fired, and there the blood-stained life-preserver, brace-and-bit, bottle of rock-oil, velvet bag, rope-ladder, walking-stick, gimlets, wedges, and even the empty cartridge-case which had once concealed the gift of a civilized monarch to a potentate of color.
'I was a real Father Christmas,' said Raffles, 'when I arrived. It's a pity you weren't awake to appreciate the scene. It was more edifying than the one I found. You never caught me asleep in my chair, Bunny!' He thought I had merely fallen asleep in my chair! He could not see that I had been sitting up for him all. night long! The hint of a temperance homily, on top of all. I had borne, and from Raffles of all. mortal men, tried my temper to its last limit - but a flash of late enlightenment enabled me just to keep it.
'Where did you hide?' I asked grimly.
'At the Yard itself.'
'So I gather; but whereabouts at the Yard?'
'Can you ask, Bunny?'
'I am asking.'
'It's where I once hid before.'
'You don't mean in the chest?'
'I do.'
Our eyes met for a minute.
'You may have ended up there,' I conceded. 'But where did you go first when you slipped out behind my back, and how the devil did you know where to go?'
'I never did slip out,' said Raffles, 'behind your back. I slipped in.'
'Into the chest?'
'Exactly.'
I burst out laughing in his face.
'My dear fellow, I saw all. these things on the lid just afterward. Not one of them was moved. I watched that detective show them to his friends.'
'And I heard him.'
'But not from the inside of the chest?'
'From the inside of the chest, Bunny. Don't look like that - it's foolish. Try to recall a few words that went before, between the idiot in the collar and me. Don't you remember my asking him if there was anything in the chest?'
'Yes.'
'One had to be sure it was empty, you see. Then I asked if there was a backdoor to the chest as well as a skylight.'
'I remember.'
'I suppose you thought all. that meant nothing?'
'I didn't look for a meaning.'
'You wouldn't; it would never occur to you that I might want to find out whether anybody at the Yard had found out that there was something precisely in the nature of a sidedoor - it isn't a backdoor - to that chest. Well, there is one; there was one soon after I took the chest back from your rooms to mine, in the good old days. You push one of the handles down - which no one ever does - and the whole of that end opens like the front of a doll's house. I saw that was what I ought to have done at first: it's so much simpler than the trap at the top; and one likes to get a thing perfect for its own sake. Besides, the trick had not been spotted at the bank, and I thought I might bring it off again some day; meanwhile, in one's bedroom, with lots of things on top, what a port in a sudden squall!' I asked why I had never heard of the improvement before, not so much at the time it was made, but in these later days, when there were fewer secrets between us, and this one could avail him no more. But I did not put the question out of pique. I put it out of sheer obstinate incredulity. And Raffles looked at me without replying, until I read the explanation in his look.
'I see,' I said. 'You used to get into it to hide from me!'
'My dear Bunny, I am not always a very genial man,' he answered; 'but when you let me have a key of your rooms I could not very well refuse you one of mine, although I picked your pocket of it in the end. I will only say that when I had no wish to see you, Bunny, I must have been quite unfit for human society, and it was the act of a friend to deny you mine. I don't think it happened more than once or twice. You can afford to forgive a fellow after all. these years? 'That, yes,' I replied bitterly; 'but not this, Raffles.'
'Why not? I really hadn't made up my mind to do what I did. I had merely thought of it. It was that smart officer in the same room that made me do it without thinking twice.'
'And we never even heard you!' I murmured, in a voice of involuntary admiration which vexed me with myself. 'But we might just as well!' I was as quick to add in my former tone.
'Why, Bunny?'
'We shall be traced in no time through our ticket of admission.'
'Did they collect it?'
'No; but you heard how very few are issued.'
'Exactly. They sometimes go weeks on end without a regular visitor. It was I who extracted that piece of information, Bunny, and I did nothing rash until I had. Don't you see that with any luck it will be two or three weeks before they are likely to discover their loss?'
I was beginning to see.
'And then, pray, how are they going to bring it home to us? Why should they even suspect us, Bunny? I left early; that's all. I did. You took my departure admirably; you couldn't have said more or less if I had coached you myself. I relied on you, Bunny, and you never more completely justified my confidence. The sad thing is that you have ceased to rely on me. Do you really think that I would leave the place in such a state that the first person who came in with a duster would see that there had been a robbery?'
I denied the thought with all. energy, though it perished only as I spoke.
'Have you forgotten the duster that was over these things, Bunny? Have you forgotten all. the other revolvers and life preservers that there were to choose from? I chose most carefully, and I replaced my relics with a mixed assortment of other people's which really look just as well. The rope-ladder that now supplants mine is, of course, no patch upon it, but coiled up on the chest it really looks much the same. To be sure, there was no second velvet bag; but I replaced my stick with another quite like it, and I even found an empty cartridge to understudy the setting of the Polynesian pearl. You see the sort of fellow they have to show people round: do you think he's the kind to see the difference next time, or to connect it with us if he does? One left much the same things, lying much as he left them, under a dust-sheet which is only taken off for the benefit of the curious, who often don't turn up for weeks on end.'
I admitted that we might be safe for three or four weeks. Raffles held out his hand.
'Then let us be friends about it, Bunny, and smoke the cigarette of Sullivan and peace! A lot may happen in three or four weeks; and what should you say if this turned out to be the last as well as the least of all. my crimes? I must own that it seems to me their natural and fitting end, though I might have stopped more characteristically than with a mere crime of sentiment. No, I make no promises, Bunny; now I have got these things, I may be unable to resist using them once more. But with this war one gets all. the excitement one requires - and rather more than usual may happen in three or four weeks?' Was he thinking even then of volunteering for the front? Had he already set his heart on the one chance of some atonement for his life - nay, on the very death he was to die? I never knew, and shall never know. Yet his words were strangely prophetic, even to the three or four weeks in which those events happened that imperilled the fabric of our empire, and rallied her sons from the four winds to fight beneath her banner on the veldt. It all. seems very ancient history now. But I remember nothing better or more vividly than the last words of Raffles upon his last crime, unless it be the pressure of his hand as he said them, or the rather
