"No, Bunny, I regret to say I came in through the dormer window.
They were painting next door but one. I never did like ladder work,
but it takes less time than in picking a lock in the broad light of
a street lamp."

"So they left you a latch-key as well as everything else!"

"No, Bunny. I was just able to make that for myself. I am playing
at 'Robinson Crusoe,' not 'The Swiss Family Robinson.' And now, my
dear Friday, if you will kindly take off those boots, we can explore
the island before we turn in for the night."

The stairs were very steep and narrow, and they creaked alarmingly
as Raffles led the way up, with the single candle in the crown of
the colonel's hat. He blew it out before we reached the half-landing,
where a naked window stared upon the backs of the houses in the next
road, but lit it again at the drawing-room door. I just peeped in
upon a semi-grand swathed in white and a row of water colors mounted
in gold. An excellent bathroom broke our journey to the second
floor.

"I'll have one to-night," said I, taking heart of a luxury unknown
in my last sordid sanctuary.

"You'll do no such thing," snapped Raffles. "Have the goodness to
remember that our island is one of a group inhabited by hostile
tribes. You can fill the bath quietly if you try, but it empties
under the study window, and makes the very devil of a noise about
it. No, Bunny, I bale out every drop and pour it away through the
scullery sink, so you will kindly consult me before you turn a tap.