When he reappeared the papers were full of the murder; and the
man who had committed it was on the wide Atlantic, a steerage
passenger from Liverpool to New York.
"There was no arguing with him," so Raffles told me; "either he
must make a clean breast of it or flee the country. So I rigged
him up at the studio, and we took the first train to Liverpool.
Nothing would induce him to sit tight and enjoy the situation as
I should have endeavored to do in his place; and it's just as
well! I went to his diggings to destroy some papers, and what do
you think I found. The police in possession; there's a warrant
out against him already! The idiots think that window wasn't
genuine, and the warrant's out. It won't be my fault if it's
ever served!"
Nor, after all these years, can I think it will be mine.
NINE POINTS OF THE LAW
Well," said Raffles, "what do you make of it?"
I read the advertisement once more before replying. It was in
the last column of the Daily Telegraph, and it ran:
TWO THOUSAND POUNDS REWARD--The above sum may be earned by any
one qualified to undertake delicate mission and prepared to run
certain risk.--Apply by telegram, Security, London.
"I think," said I, "it's the most extraordinary advertisement
that ever got into print!"
Raffles smiled.
"Not quite all that, Bunny; still, extraordinary enough, I grant
you.
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