Here's your room; hold the light outside while I draw the curtains;
it's the old chap's dressing-room. Now you can bring the glim.
How's that for a jolly wardrobe? And look at his coats on their
cross-trees inside: dapper old dog, shouldn't you say? Mark the
boots on the shelf above, and the little brass rail for his ties!
Didn't I tell you he was particular? And wouldn't he simply love
to catch us at his kit?"

"Let's only hope it would give him an apoplexy," said I shuddering.

"I shouldn't build on it," replied Raffles. "That's a big man's
trouble, and neither you nor I could get into the old chap's clothes.
But come into the best bedroom, Bunny. You won't think me selfish
if I don't give it up to you? Look at this, my boy, look at this!
It's the only one I use in all. the house."

I had followed him into a good room, with ample windows closely
curtained, and he had switched on the light in a hanging lamp at
the bedside. The rays fell from a thick green funnel in a plateful
of strong light upon a table deep in books. I noticed several
volumes of the "Invasion of the Crimea."

"That's where I rest the body and exercise the brain," said Raffles.
"I have long wanted to read my Kinglake from A to Z, and I manage
about a volume a night. There's a style for you, Bunny! I love the
punctilious thoroughness of the whole thing; one can understand its
appeal to our careful colonel. His name, did you say? Crutchley,
Bunny - Colonel Crutchley, R.E., V.C."

"We'd put his valor to the test!" said I, feeling more valiant