"
"But where will you be? You're never going to leave me to be
landed alone?"
"If I do, it will be to turn up trumps at the right moment.
Besides, there are such things as windows, and Crawshay's the man
to take his risks. You must trust me, Bunny; you've known me
long enough."
"Are you going now?"
"There's no time to lose. Stick to them, old chap; don't let
them suspect YOU, whatever else you do." His hand lay an instant
on my shoulder; then he left me at the window, and recrossed the
room.
"I've got to go now," I heard him say; "but my friend will stay
and see this through, and I'll leave the gas on in my rooms, and
my key with the constable downstairs. Good luck, Mackenzie; only
wish I could stay."
"Good-by, sir," came in a preoccupied voice, "and many thanks."
Mackenzie was still busy at his window, and I remained at mine, a
prey to mingled fear and wrath, for all my knowledge of Raffles
and of his infinite resource. By this time I felt that I knew
more or less what he would do in any given emergency; at least I
could conjecture a characteristic course of equal cunning and
audacity. He would return to his rooms, put Crawshay on his
guard, and--stow him away? No--there were such things as
windows. Then why was Raffles going to desert us all? I thought
of many things--lastly of a cab.
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