a thief in the night-第2章
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The hand that bowled the most puzzling ball in England （once it found its length） descended on my shoulder with surprising promptitude。
〃Very well； Bunny！ That's finished； but your blood be on your own pate if evil comes of it。 Meanwhile we can't do better than turn in here till you have finished your cigar as it deserves； and topped up with such a cup of tea as you must learn to like if you hope to get on in your new profession。 And when the hours are small enough； Bunny； my boy； I don't mind admitting I shall be very glad to have you with me。〃
I have a vivid memory of the interim in his rooms。 I think it must have been the first and last of its kind that I was called upon to sustain with so much knowledge of what lay before me。 I passed the time with one restless eye upon the clock； and the other on the Tantalus which Raffles ruthlessly declined to unlock。 He admitted that it was like waiting with one's pads on； and in my slender experience of the game of which he was a world's master； that was an ordeal not to be endured without a general quaking of the inner man。 I was； on the other hand； all right when I got to the metaphorical wicket； and half the surprises that Raffles sprung on me were doubtless due to his early recognition of the fact。
On this occasion I fell swiftly and hopelessly out of love with the prospect I had so gratuitously embraced。 It was not only my repugnance to enter that house in that way； which grew upon my better judgment as the artificial enthusiasm of the evening evaporated from my veins。 Strong as that repugnance became； I had an even stronger feeling that we were embarking on an important enterprise far too much upon the spur of the moment。 The latter qualm I had the temerity to confess to Raffles； nor have I often loved him more than when he freely admitted it to be the most natural feeling in the world。 He assured me； however； that he had had my Lady Lochmaben and her jewels in his mind for several months； he had sat behind them at first nights； and long ago determined what to take or to reject； in fine； he had only been waiting for those topographical details which it had been my chance privilege to supply。 I now learned that he had numerous houses in a similar state upon his list； something or other was wanting in each case in order to complete his plans。 In that of the Bond Street jeweller it was a trusty accomplice； in the present instance； a more intimate knowledge of the house。 And lastly； this was a Wednesday night； when the tired legislator gets early to his bed。
How I wish I could make the whole world see and hear him； and smell the smoke of his beloved Sullivan； as he took me into these； the secrets of his infamous trade！ Neither look nor language would betray the infamy。 As a mere talker； I shall never listen to the like of Raffles on this side of the sod； and his talk was seldom garnished by an oath； never in my remembrance by the unclean word。 Then he looked like a man who had dressed to dine out； not like one who had long since dined； for his curly hair； though longer that another's； was never untidy in its length； and these were the days when it was still as black as ink。 Nor were there many lines as yet upon the smooth and mobile face； and its frame was still that dear den of disorder and good taste； with the carved book…case； the dresser and chests of still older oak； and the Wattses and Rossettis hung anyhow on the walls。
It must have been one o'clock before we drove in a hansom as far as Kensington Church； instead of getting down at the gates of our private road to ruin。 Constitutionally shy of the direct approach； Raffles was further deterred by a ball in full swing at the Empress Rooms； whence potential witnesses were pouring between dances into the cool deserted street。 Instead he led me a little way up Church Street； and so through the narrow passage into Palace Gardens。 He knew the house as well as I did。 We made our first survey from the other side of the road。 And the house was not quite in darkness； there was a dim light over the door； a brighter one in the stables； which stood still farther back from the road。
〃That's a bit of a bore；〃 said Raffles。 〃The ladies have been out somewhere … trust them to spoil the show！ They would get to bed before the stable folk； but insomnia is the curse of their sex and our profession。 Somebody's not home yet； that will be the son of the house； but he's a beauty； who may not come home at all。〃
〃Another Alick Carruthers；〃 I murmured； recalling the one I liked least of all the household； as I remembered it。
〃They might be brothers；〃 rejoined Raffles； who knew all the loose fish about town。 〃Well； I'm not sure that I shall want you after all； Bunny。〃
〃Why not？〃
〃If the front door's only on the latch； and you're right about the lock； I shall walk in as though I were the son of the house myself。〃
And he jingled the skeleton bunch that he carried on a chain as honest men carry their latchkeys。
〃You forget the inner doors and the safe。〃
〃True。 You might be useful to me there。 But I still don't like leading you in where it isn't absolutely necessary； Bunny。〃
〃Then let me lead you； I answered； and forthwith marched across the broad； secluded road； with the great houses standing back on either side in their ample gardens； as though the one opposite belonged to me。 I thought Raffles had stayed behind； for I never heard him at my heels； yet there he was when I turned round at the gate。
〃I must teach you the step；〃 he whispered； shaking his head。 〃You shouldn't use your heel at all。 Here's a grass border for you： walk it as you would the plank！ Gravel makes a noise； and flower…beds tell a tale。 Wait … I must carry you across this。〃
It was the sweep of the drive； and in the dim light from above the door； the soft gravel； ploughed into ridges by the night's wheels； threatened an alarm at every step。 Yet Raffles； with me in his arms； crossed the zone of peril softly as the pard。
〃Shoes in your pocket … that's the beauty of pumps！〃 he whispered on the step； his light bunch tinkled faintly； a couple of keys he stooped and tried； with the touch of a humane dentist； the third let us into the porch。 And as we stood together on the mat； as he was gradually closing the door； a clock within chimed a half…hour in fashion so thrillingly familiar to me that I caught Raffles by the arm。 My half…hours of happiness had flown to just such chimes！ I looked wildly about me in the dim light。 Hat…stand and oak settee belonged equally to my past。 And Raffles was smiling in my face as he held the door wide for my escape。
〃You told me a lie！〃 I gasped in whispers。
〃I did nothing of the sort；〃 he replied。 〃The furniture's the furniture of Hector Carruthers； but the house is the house of Lord Lochmaben。 Look here！〃
He had stooped； and was smoothing out the discarded envelope of a telegram。 〃Lord Lochmaben；〃 I read in pencil by the dim light； and the case was plain to me on the spot。 My friends had let their house； furnished； as anybody but Raffles would have explained to me in the beginning。
〃All right；〃 I said。 〃Shut the door。〃
And he not only shut it without a sound； but drew a bolt that might have been sheathed in rubber。
In another minute we were at work upon the study…door； I with the tiny lantern and the bottle of rock…oil； he with the brace and the largest bit。 The Yale lock he had given up at a glance。 It was placed high up in the door； feet above the handle； and the chain of holes with which Raffles had soon surrounded it were bored on a level with his eyes。 Yet the clock in the hall chimed again； and two ringing strokes resounded through the silent house before we gained admittance to the room。
Raffle's next care was to muffle the bell on the shuttered window （with a silk handkerchief from the hat…stand） and to prepare an emergency exit by opening first the shutters and then the window itself。 Luckily it was a still night； and very little wind came in to embarrass us。 He then began operations on the safe； revealed by me behind its folding screen of books； while I stood sentry on the threshold。 I may have stood there for a dozen minutes； listening to the loud hall clock and to the gentle dentistry of Raffles in the mouth of the safe behind me； when a third sound thrilled my every nerve。 It was the equally cautious opening of a door in the gallery overhead。
I moistened my lips to whisper a word of warning to Raffles。 But his ears had been as quick as mine； and something longer。 His lantern darkened as I turned my head； next moment I felt his breath upon the back of my neck。 It was now too late even for a whisper； and quite out of the question to close the mutilated door。 There we could only stand； I on the threshold； Raffles at my elbow； while one carrying a candle crept down the stairs。
The study…door was at right angles to the lowest flight； and just to the right of one alighting in the hall。 It was thus impossible for us to see who it was until the person was close abreast of us； but by the rustle of the gown we knew that it was one of the ladies； and dressed just as she had come from theatre or ball。 Insensibly I drew back as the candle swam into our field of vision： it had not traversed many inches when a hand was clapped firmly but silently across my mouth。
I could forgive Raffles for that； at any rate！ In another breath I should have cried aloud： for the girl with the candle； the girl in her ball…dress； at dead of night； the girl with the letter for the post； was the last girl on God's wide earth whom I should have chosen thus to encounter … a midnight intruder in the very house where I had been reluctantly received on her account！
I forgot Raffles。 I forgot the new and unforgivable grudge I had against him now。 I forgot his very hand across my mouth； even before he paid me the compliment of removing it。 There was the only girl in all the world： I had eyes and brains for no one and for nothing else。 She had neither seen nor heard us； had looked neither to the right hand nor the left。 But a small oak table stood on the opposite side of the hall； it was to this table that she went。 On it was one of those boxes in which one puts one's letters for the post； and she stooped to read by her candle the times at which this box was cleared。
The loud clock ticked and ticked。 She was standing at her full height now； her candle on the table； her letter in both hands； and in her downcast face a sweet and pitiful perplexity that drew the tears to my eyes。 Through a film I saw her open the envelope so lately sealed and read her letter once more； as though she would have altered it a little at the last。 It was too late for that； but of a sudden she plucked a rose from her bosom； and was pressing it in with her letter when I groaned aloud。
How could I help it？ The letter was for me： of that I was as sure as though I had been looking over her shoulder。 She was as true as tempered steel； there were not two of us to whom she wrote and sent roses at dead of night。 It was her one chance of writing to me。 None would know that she had written。 And she cared enough to soften the reproaches I had richly earned； with a red rose warm from her own
