Mr. Justice Raffles by E. W. (Ernest William) Hornung
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pay Peter?"
"Excellent, Bunny!" cried Raffles, as though I had made a shot worthy of his willow. "How the small hours brighten us up!" He drew the curtains and displayed a window like a child's slate with the sashes ruled across it. "You perceive how we have tired the stars with talking, and cleaned them from the sky! The mellifluous Heraclitus can have been no sitter up o' nights, or his pal wouldn't have boasted about tiring the sun by our methods. What a lot the two old pets must have missed!" "You haven't answered my question," said I resignedly. "Nor have you told me how you propose to go to work to raise this money in the first instance." "If you like to light another Sullivan," said Raffles, "and mix yourself another very small and final one, I can tell you now, Bunny." And tell me he did. CHAPTER IV "Our Mr. Shylock" I have often wondered in what pause or phase of our conversation Raffles hit upon the plan which we duly carried out; for we had been talking incessantly, since his arrival about eight o'clock at night, until two in |
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