Raffles looked down on me under raised eyebrows, as he stood with his coat tails to the dying fire. "How and when, Bunny, you know as well as I do," said he, cryptically. "And at last you shall hear the honest why and wherefore. I had more reasons for going to Scotland Yard, my dear fellow, than I had the face to tell you at the time." "I don't care why you went there!" I cried. "I want to know why you stayed, or went back, or whatever it was you may have done. I thought they had got you, and you had given them the slip!" Raffles smiled as he shook his head. "No, no, Bunny; I prolonged the visit, as I paid it, of my own accord. As for my reasons, they are far too many for me to tell you them all; they rather weighed upon me as I walked out; but you'll see them for yourself if you turn round." I was standing with my back to the chair in which I had been asleep; behind the chair was the round lodging-house table; and there, reposing on the cloth with the whiskey and sandwiches, was the whole collection of Raffles Relics which had occupied the lid of the silver-chest in the Black Museum at Scotland Yard! The chest alone was missing. There was the revolver that I had only once heard fired, and there the blood-stained life-preserver, brace-and-bit, bottle of rock-oil, velvet bag, rope-ladder, walking-stick, gimlets, wedges, and even the empty cartridge-case which had once concealed the gift of a civilized monarch to a potentate of color. "I was a real Father Christmas," said Raffles, "when I arrived. It's a pity you weren't awake to appreciate the scene. It was more edifying than the one I found. You never caught _me_ asleep in my chair, Bunny!" He thought I had merely fallen asleep in my chair! He could not see that I had been sitting up for him all night long! The hint of a temperance homily, on top of all I had borne, and from Raffles of all mortal men, tried my temper to its last limit--but a flash of late enlightenment enabled me just to keep it. "Where did you hide?" I asked grimly. "At the Yard itself." "So I gather; but whereabouts at the Yard?" "Can you ask, Bunny?" "I am asking." "It's where I once hid before." "You don't mean in the chest?" "I do." Our eyes met for a minute. "You may have ended up there," I conceded. "But where did you go first when you slipped out behind my back, and how the devil did you know where to go?" "I never did slip out," said Raffles, "behind your back. I slipped in." "Into the chest?" "Exactly." I burst out laughing in his face. "My dear fellow, I saw all these things on the lid just afterward. Not one of them was moved. I watched that detective show them to his friends." "And I heard him." "But not from the inside of the chest?" "From the inside of the chest, Bunny. Don't look like that--it's foolish. Try to recall a few words that went before, between the idiot in the collar and me. Don't you remember my asking him if there was anything in the chest?" "Yes."