"He was the most Admirable Crichton who was ever at the school," said I: "captain of the eleven, the fastest man in the fifteen, athletic champion, and an ornament of the Upper Sixth." "And you worshipped him, I suppose?" "Absolutely." My companion had been taking renewed interest in the goldfish; now she looked at me again with the cynical light full on in her eyes. "You must be rather disappointed in him now!" "Disappointed! Why?" I asked with much outward amusement. But I was beginning to feel uncomfortable. "Of course I don't know much about him," remarked Miss Belsize as though she cared less. "But does anybody know anything of Mr. Raffles except as a cricketer?" "I do," said I, with injudicious alacrity. "Well," said Miss Belsize, "what else is he?" "The best fellow in the world, among other things." "But what other things?" "Ask Teddy!" I said unluckily. "I have," replied Miss Belsize. "But Teddy doesn't know. He often wonders how Mr. Raffles can afford to play so much cricket without doing any work." "Does he, indeed!" "Many people do." "And what do they say about him?" Miss Belsize hesitated, watching me for a moment and the goldfish rather longer. The rain sounded louder, and the fountain as though it had been turned on again, before she answered: "More than their prayers, no doubt!" "Do you mean," I almost gasped, "as to the way Raffles gets his living?" "Yes." "You might tell me the kind of things they say, Miss Belsize!" "But if there's no truth in them?" "I'll soon tell you if there is or not." "But suppose I don't care either way?" said Miss Belsize with a brilliant smile. "Then I care so much that I should be extremely grateful to you." "Mind, I don't believe it myself, Mr. Manders." "You don't believe--" "That Mr. Raffles lives by his wits and--his cricket!" I jumped to my feet. "Is that all they say about him?" I cried. "Isn't it enough?" asked Miss Belsize, astonished in her turn at my demeanour. "Oh, quite enough, quite enough!" said I. "It's only the most scandalously unfair and utterly untrue report that ever got about--that's all!" This heavy irony was, of course, intended to convey the impression that one's first explosion of relief had been equally ironical. But I was to discover that Camilla Belsize was never easily deceived; it was unpleasantly apparent in her bold eyes before she opened her firm mouth. "Yet you seemed to expect something worse," she said at length. "What could be worse?" I asked, my back against the wall of my own indiscretion. "Why, a man like A.J. Raffles would rather be any mortal thing than a paid amateur!" "But you haven't told me what he _is_, Mr. Manders." "And you haven't told me, Miss Belsize, why you're so interested in A. J. after all!" I retorted, getting home for once, and sitting down again on the strength of it.