"But who gave you my address?"

"I wheedled it out of your excellent editor; called on him at
dead of night, when I occasionally go afield like other ghosts,
and wept it out of him in five minutes. I was your only
relative; your name was not your own name; if he insisted I
would give him mine. He didn't insist, Bunny, and I danced down
his stairs with your address in my pocket."

"Last night?"

"No, last week."

"And so the advertisement was yours, as well as the telegram!"

I had, of course, forgotten both in the high excitement of the
hour, or I should scarcely have announced my belated discovery
with such an air. As it was I made Raffles look at me as I had
known him look before, and the droop of his eyelids began to
sting.

"Why all this subtlety?" I petulantly exclaimed. "Why couldn't
you come straight away to me in a cab?"

He did not inform me that I was hopeless as ever. He did not
address me as his good rabbit.

He was silent for a time, and then spoke in a tone which made me
ashamed of mine.