A Thief in the Night: a Book of Raffles' Adventures by E. W. (Ernest William) Hornung
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with unction at my bank, and made due arrangements for the reception
of his chest next morning. Then I repaired to our club, hoping he would drop in, and that we might dine together after all. In that I was disappointed. It was nothing, however, to the disappointment awaiting me at the Albany, when I arrived in my four-wheeler at the appointed hour next morning. "Mr. Raffles 'as gawn, sir," said the porter, with a note of reproach in his confidential undertone. The man was a favorite with Raffles, who used him and tipped him with consummate tact, and he knew me only less well. "Gone!" I echoed aghast. "Where on earth to?" "Scotland, sir." "Already?" "By the eleven-fifty lawst night" "Last night! I thought he meant eleven-fifty this morning!" "He knew you did, sir, when you never came, and he told me to tell you there was no such train." I could have rent my garments in mortification and annoyance with myself and Raffles. It was as much his fault as mine. But for his indecent haste in getting rid of me, his characteristic abruptness at the end, there would have been no misunderstanding or mistake. |
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