"Really, Bunny!" said Raffles, and turned his shoulder with a
shrug.
"Lord love yer," cried Crawshay, "'_E_ knew nothin'. _'E_ didn't
expect me; 'E'S all right. And you're the cool canary, YOU are,"
he went on to Raffles. "I knoo you were, but, do me proud,
you're one after my own kidney!" And he thrust out a shaggy
hand.
"After that," said Raffles, taking it, "what am I to say? But
you must have heard my opinion of you. I am proud to make your
acquaintance. How the deuce did you get in?"
"Never you mind," said Crawshay, loosening his collar; "let's
talk about how I'm to get out. Lord love yer, but that's better!"
There was a livid ring round his bull-neck, that he fingered
tenderly. "Didn't know how much longer I might have to play the
gent," he explained; "didn't know who you'd bring in."
"Drink whiskey and soda?" inquired Raffles, when the convict was
in the chair from which I had leapt.
"No, I drink it neat," replied Crawshay, "but I talk business
first. You don't get over me like that, Lor' love yer!"
"Well, then, what can I do for you?"
"You know without me tellin' you."
"Give it a name."
"Clean heels, then; that's what I want to show, and I leaves the
way to you. We're brothers in arms, though I ain't armed this
time. It ain't necessary. You've too much sense.
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