Mr. Justice Raffles

In Which We Fail to Score

Mr. Levy sailed in with frock-coat flying, shiny hat in hand; he was evidently prepared for us, and Raffles for once behaved as though we were prepared for Mr. Levy. Of myself I cannot speak. I was ready for a terrific scene. But Raffles was magnificent, and to do our enemy justice he was quite as good; they faced each other with a nod and a smile of mutual suavity, shot with underlying animosity on the one side and delightful defiance on the other. Not a word was said or a tone employed to betray the true situation between the three of us; for I took my cue from the two protagonists just in time to preserve the triple truce. Meanwhile Mr. Garland, obviously distressed as he was, and really ill as he looked, was not the least successful of us in hiding his emotions; for having expressed a grim satisfaction in the coincidence of our all knowing each other, he added that he supposed Miss Belsize was an exception, and presented Mr. Levy forthwith as though he were an ordinary guest.

'You must find a better exception than this young lady!' cried that worthy with a certain aplomb. 'I know you very well by sight, Miss Belsize, and your mother, Lady Laura, into the bargain.'

'Really?' said Miss Belsize, without returning the compliment at her command.

'The bargain!' muttered Raffles to me with sly irony. The echo was not meant for Levy's ears, but it reached them nevertheless, and was taken up with adroit urbanity.

'I didn't mean to use a trade term,' explained the Jew, 'though bargains, I confess, are somewhat in my line; and I don't often get the worst of one, Mr. Raffles; when I do, the other fellow usually lives to repent it.'

It was said with a laugh for the lady's benefit, but with a gleam of the eyes for ours. Raffles answered the laugh with a much heartier one; the look he ignored. I saw Miss Belsize beginning to watch the pair, and only interrupted by the arrival of the tea-tray, over which Mr. Garland begged her to preside. Mr. Garland seemed to have an anxious eye upon us all in turn; at Raffles he looked wistfully as though burning to get him to himself for further consultation; but the fact that he refrained from doing so, coupled with a grimly punctilious manner towards the money-lender, gave the impression that his son's whereabouts was no longer the sole anxiety.

'And yet,' remarked Miss Belsize, as we formed a group about her in the firelight, 'you seem to have met your match the other day, Mr. Levy?'

'Where was that, Miss Belsize?'

'Somewhere on the Continent, wasn't it? It got into the newspapers, I know, but I forget the name of the place.'

'Do you mean when my wife and I were robbed at Carlsbad?'

I was holding my breath now as I had not held it all day. Raffles was merely smiling into his teacup as one who knew all about the affair.

'Carlsbad it was!' certified Miss Belsize, as though it mattered. 'I remember now.'

'I don't call that meeting your match,' said the money-lender. 'An unarmed man with a frightened wife at his elbow is no match for a desperate criminal with a loaded revolver.'

'Was it as bad as all that?' whispered Camilla Belsize.

Up to this point one had felt her to be forcing the unlucky topic with the best of intentions towards us all; now she was interested in the episode for its own sake, and eager for more details than Mr. Levy had a mind to impart.

'It makes a good tale, I know,' said he, 'but I shall prefer telling it when they've got the man. If you want to know any more, Miss Belsize, you'd better ask Mr. Raffles; 'e was in our hotel, and came in for all the excitement. But it was just a trifle too exciting for me and my wife.'

'Raffles at Carlsbad?' exclaimed Mr. Garland.

Miss Belsize only stared.

'Yes,' said Raffles. 'That's where I had the pleasure of meeting

Mr. Levy.'

'Didn't you know he was there?' inquired the money-lender of our host. And he looked sharply at Raffles as Mr. Garland replied that this was the first he had heard of it.

'But it's the first we've seen of each other, sir,' said Raffles, 'except those few minutes this morning. And I told you I only got back last night.'

'But you never told me you had been at Carlsbad, Raffles!'

'It's a sore subject, you see,' said Raffles, with a sigh and a laugh.

'Isn't it, Mr. Levy?'

'You seem to find it so,' replied the moneylender.

They were standing face to face in the firelight, each with a shoulder against the massive chimney-piece; and Camilla Belsize was still staring at them both from her place behind the tea-tray; and I was watching the three of them by turns from the other side of the hall.

'But you're the fittest man I know. Raffles,' pursued old Garland with terrible tact. 'What on earth were you doing at a place like Carlsbad?'

'The cure,' said Raffles. 'There's nothing else to do there—is there,

Mr. Levy?'

Levy replied with his eyes on Raffles:

'Unless you've got to cope with a swell mobsman who steals your wife's jewels and then gets in such a funk that he practically gives them back again!'

The emphasised term was the one that Dan Levy had applied to Raffles and myself in his own office that very morning.

'Did he give them back again?' asked Camilla Belsize, breaking her silence on an eager note.

Raffles turned to her at once.

'The jewels were found buried in the woods,' said he. 'Out there everybody thought the thief had simply hidden them. But no doubt Mr. Levy has the better information.'

Mr. Levy smiled sardonically in the firelight. And it was at this point I followed the example of Miss Belsize and put in my one belated word.

'I shouldn't have thought there was such a thing as a swell mob in the wilds of Austria,' said I.

'There isn't,' admitted the money-lender readily. 'But your true mobsman knows his whole blooming Continent as well as Piccadilly Circus. His 'ead-quarters are in London, but a week's journey at an hour's notice is nothing to him if the swag looks worth it. Mrs. Levy's necklace was actually taken at Carlsbad, for instance, but the odds are that it was marked down at some London theatre—or restaurant, eh, Mr. Raffles?'

'I'm afraid I can't offer an expert opinion,' said Raffles very merrily as their eyes met. 'But if the man was an Englishman and knew that you were one, why didn't he bully you in the vulgar tongue?'

'Who told you he didn't?' cried Levy, with a sudden grin that left no doubt about the thought behind it. To me that thought had been obvious from its birth within the last few minutes; but this expression of it was as obvious a mistake.

'Who told me anything about it,' retorted Raffles, 'except yourself and Mrs. Levy? Your gospels clashed a little here and there; but both agreed that the fellow threatened you in German as well as with a revolver.'

'We thought it was German,' rejoined Levy, with dexterity. 'It might 'ave been 'Industani or 'Eathen Chinee for all I know! But there was no error about the revolver. I can see it covering me, and his shooting eye looking along the barrel into mine—as plainly as I'm looking into yours now, Mr. Raffles.'

Raffles laughed outright.

'I hope I'm a pleasanter spectacle, Mr. Levy? I remember your telling me that the other fellow looked the most colossal cut-throat.'

'So he did,' said Levy; 'he looked a good deal worse than he need to have done. His face was blackened and disguised, but his teeth were as white as yours are.'