"You're a nice chap, Bunny! A real desperate character--what?
Suicide one moment, and any crime I like the next! What you want
is a drag, my boy, and you did well to come to a decent
law-abiding citizen with a reputation to lose. None the less we
must have that money to-night--by hook or crook."

"To-night, Raffles?"

"The sooner the better. Every hour after ten o'clock to-morrow
morning is an hour of risk. Let one of those checks get round to
your own bank, and you and it are dishonored together. No, we
must raise the wind to-night and re-open your account first thing
to-morrow. And I rather think I know where the wind can be
raised."

"At two o'clock in the morning?"

"Yes."

"But how--but where--at such an hour?"

"From a friend of mine here in Bond Street."

"He must be a very intimate friend!"

"Intimate's not the word. I have the run of his place and a
latch-key all to myself."

"You would knock him up at this hour of the night?"