Do it in the third person, and they won't
know how it's going to end."
"But I don't know myself," I complained. "Did the mare carry you
all the way back to Melbourne?"
"Every rod, pole or perch! I had her well seen to at our hotel,
and returned her to the doctor in the evening. He was
tremendously tickled to hear that I had been bushed; next morning
he brought me the paper to show me what I had escaped at Yea!"
"Without suspecting anything?"
"Ah!" said Raffles, as he put out the gas; "that's a point on
which I've never made up my mind. The mare and her color was a
coincidence--luckily she was only a bay--and I fancied the
condition of the beast must have told a tale. The doctor's
manner was certainly different. I'm inclined to think he
suspected something, though not the right thing. I wasn't
expecting him, and I fear my appearance may have increased his
suspicions."
I asked him why.
"I used to have rather a heavy moustache," said Raffles, "but I
lost it the day after I lost my innocence."
WILFUL MURDER
Of the various robberies in which we were both concerned, it is
but the few, I find, that will bear telling at any length. Not
that the others contained details which even I would hesitate to
recount; it is, rather, the very absence of untoward incident
which renders them useless for my present purpose.
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