A Thief in the Night: A Book of Raffles' AdventuresHornung, E. W. (Ernest William)
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A Thief in the Night: A Book of Raffles' Adventures
Hornung, E. W. (Ernest William)
Criminals -- England -- Fiction; Raffles (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
"I didn't mean to write all this about your own friend, whom you knew
so much better yourself, yet you see that even you did not know how
nobly he tried to undo the wrong he had done you; and now I think I
know why he kept it to himself. It is fearfully late--or early--I seem
to have been writing all night--and I will explain the matter in the
fewest words. I promised Mr. Raffles that I would write to you, Harry,
and see you if I could. Well, I did write, and I did mean to see you,
but I never had an answer to what I wrote. It was only one line, and I
have long known you never received it. I could not bring myself to
write more, and even those few words were merely slipped into one of
the books which you had given me. Years afterward these books, with my
name in them, must have been found in your rooms; at any rate they were
returned to me by somebody; and you could never have opened them, for
there was my line where I had left it. Of course you had never seen
it, and that was all my fault. But it was too late to write again.
Mr. Raffles was supposed to have been drowned, and everything was known
about you both. But I still kept my own independent knowledge to
myself; to this day, no one else knows that you were one of the two in
Palace Gardens; and I still blame myself more than you may think for
nearly everything that has happened since.
"You said yesterday that your going to the war and getting wounded
wiped out nothing that had gone before. I hope you are not growing
morbid about the past. It is not for me to condone it, and yet I know
that Mr. Raffles was what he was because he loved danger and adventure,
and that you were what you were because you loved Mr. Raffles. But,
even admitting it was all as bad as bad could be, he is dead, and you
are punished. The world forgives, if it does not forget. You are
young enough to live everything down. Your part in the war will help
you in more ways than one. You were always fond of writing. You have
now enough to write about for a literary lifetime. You must make a new
name for yourself. You must Harry, and you will!
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