“And a damned good riddance!” croaked the invalid, raising himself on
one elbow without delay. “I may not have much body left to boast about,
but at least I’ve got a lost old soul to call my own. That’s why I want
a gentleman of sorts about me. I’ve been too dependent on that chap. He
won’t even let me smoke, and he’s been in the flat all day to see I
didn’t. You’ll find the cigarettes behind the Madonna of the Chair.”
It was a steel engraving of the great Raffaelle, and the frame was
tilted from the wall; at a touch a packet of cigarettes tumbled down
from behind.
“Thanks; and now a light.”
I struck the match and held it, while the invalid inhaled with normal
lips; and suddenly I sighed. I was irresistibly reminded of my poor
dear old Raffles. A smoke-ring worthy of the great A. J. was floating
upward from the sick man’s lips.
“And now take one yourself. I have smoked more poisonous cigarettes.
But even these are not Sullivans!”
I cannot repeat what I said. I have no idea what I did. I only know—I
only knew—that it was A. J. Raffles in the flesh!
II
“Yes, Bunny, it was the very devil of a swim; but I defy you to sink in
the Mediterranean. That sunset saved me. The sea was on fire. I hardly
swam under water at all, but went all I knew for the sun itself; when
it set I must have been a mile away; until it did I was the invisible
man. I figured on that, and only hope it wasn’t set down as a case of
suicide. I shall get outed quite soon enough, Bunny, but I’d rather be
dropped by the hangman than throw my own wicket away.”
“Oh, my dear old chap, to think of having you by the hand again! I feel
as though we were both aboard that German liner, and all that’s
happened since a nightmare. I thought that time was the last!”
“It looked rather like it, Bunny. It was taking all the risks, and
hitting at everything. But the game came off, and some day I’ll tell
you how.”
“Oh, I’m in no hurry to hear. It’s enough for me to see you lying
there. I don’t want to know how you came there, or why, though I fear
you must be pretty bad. I must have a good look at you before I let you
speak another word!”
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