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E. W. Hornung: The Amateur Cracksman2. A COSTUME PIECE (continued)"You may well arst," says Raffles. "It's all over the plice w'ere I come from." "Who can have spread such rot?" "I dunno," says Raffles; "arst the gen'leman on yer left; p'r'aps 'E knows." The gentleman on his left had turned livid with emotion. Guilty conscience never declared itself in plainer terms. For a moment his small eyes bulged like currants in the suet of his face; the next, he had pocketed his pistols on a professional instinct, and was upon us with his fists. "Out o' the light--out o' the light!" yelled Rosenthall in a frenzy. He was too late. No sooner had the burly pugilist obstructed his fire than Raffles was through the window at a bound; while I, for standing still and saying nothing, was scientifically felled to the floor. I cannot have been many moments without my senses. When I recovered them there was a great to-do in the garden, but I had the drawing-room to myself. I sat up. Rosenthall and Purvis were rushing about outside, cursing the Kaffirs and nagging at each other. "Over THAT wall, I tell yer!" "I tell you it was this one. Can't you whistle for the police?" "Police be damned! I've had enough of the blessed police." "Then we'd better get back and make sure of the other rotter." "Oh, make sure o' yer skin. That's what you'd better do. Jala, you black hog, if I catch YOU skulkin'. . . ." I never heard the threat. I was creeping from the drawing-room on my hands and knees, my own revolver swinging by its steel ring from my teeth. This is page 40 of 164. [Mark this Page] Mark any page to add this title to Your Bookshelf. (0 / 10 books on shelf) Buy a copy of The Amateur Cracksman at Amazon.com
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