"'And I think that the field of Philippi Was where Caesar came to an end; But who gave old Brutus the tip, I Can't comprehend!' "You may have forgotten your Shakespeare, Bunny, but you ought to remember that." And I did, vaguely, but had no idea what it or Raffles meant, as I plainly told him. "The theatre of war," he answered--"and here we are at the stage door!" Raffles had stopped suddenly in his walk. It was the last dark hour of the summer night, but the light from a neighboring lamppost showed me the look on his face as he turned. "I think you also inquired when," he continued. "Well, then, this minute--if you will give me a leg up!" And behind him, scarcely higher than his head, and not even barred, was a wide window with a wire blind, and the name of Nasmyth among others lettered in gold upon the wire. "You're never going to break in?" "This instant, if you'll, help me; in five or ten minutes, if you won't." "Surely you didn't bring the--the tools?" He jingled them gently in his pocket. "Not the whole outfit, Bunny. But you never know when you mayn't want one or two. I'm only thankful I didn't leave the lot behind this time. I very nearly did." "I must say I thought you would, coming down here," I said reproachfully. "But you ought to be glad I didn't," he rejoined with a smile. "It's going to mean old Nasmyth's subscription to the Founder's Fund, and that's to be a big one, I promise you! The lucky thing is that I went so far as to bring my bunch of safekeys. Now, are you going to help me use them, or are you not? If so, now's your minute; if not, clear out and be--" "Not so fast, Raffles," said I testily. "You must have planned this before you came down, or you would never have brought all those things with you." "My dear Bunny, they're a part of my kit! I take them wherever I take my evening-clothes. As to this potty bank, I never even thought of it, much less that it would become a public duty to draw a hundred or so without signing for it. That's all I shall touch, Bunny--I'm not on the make to-night. There's no risk in it either. If I am caught I shall simply sham champagne and stand the racket; it would be an obvious frolic after what happened at that meeting. And they will catch me, if I stand talking here: you run away back to bed--unless you're quite determined to 'give old Brutus the tip!'"