the amateur cracksman-第6节
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rize…fighter； and his diamonds； without feeling it a kind of duty to have a go for them； but when it comes to brandishing a revolver and practically challenging the world； the thing becomes inevitable。 It is simply thrust upon one。 I was fated to hear that challenge； Bunny； and I； for one； must take it up。 I was only sorry I couldn't get on my hind legs and say so then and there。〃
〃Well；〃 I said； 〃I don't see the necessity as things are with us； but； of course； I'm your man。〃
My tone may have been half…hearted。 I did my best to make it otherwise。 But it was barely a month since our Bond Street exploit； and we certainly could have afforded to behave ourselves for some time to come。 We had been getting along so nicely： by his advice I had scribbled a thing or two； inspired by Raffles； I had even done an article on our own jewel robbery； and for the moment I was quite satisfied with this sort of adventure。 I thought we ought to know when we were well off； and could see no point in our running fresh risks before we were obliged。 On the other hand； I was anxious not to show the least disposition to break the pledge that I had given a month ago。 But it was not on my manifest disinclination that Raffles fastened。
〃Necessity； my dear Bunny？ Does the writer only write when the wolf is at the door？ Does the painter paint for bread alone？ Must you and I be DRIVEN to crime like Tom of Bow and Dick of Whitechapel？ You pain me； my dear chap； you needn't laugh； because you do。 Art for art's sake is a vile catchword； but I confess it appeals to me。 In this case my motives are absolutely pure； for I doubt if we shall ever be able to dispose of such peculiar stones。 But if I don't have a try for themafter to…nightI shall never be able to hold up my head again。〃
His eye twinkled； but it glittered； too。
〃We shall have our work cut out；〃 was all I said。
〃And do you suppose I should be keen on it if we hadn't？〃 cried Raffles。 〃My dear fellow； I would rob St。 Paul's Cathedral if I could； but I could no more scoop a till when the shopwalker wasn't looking than I could bag the apples out of an old woman's basket。 Even that little business last month was a sordid affair； but it was necessary； and I think its strategy redeemed it to some extent。 Now there's some credit； and more sport； in going where they boast they're on their guard against you。 The Bank of England； for example； is the ideal crib； but that would need half a dozen of us with years to give to the job； and meanwhile Reuben Rosenthall is high enough game for you and me。 We know he's armed。 We know how Billy Purvis can fight。 It'll be no soft thing； I grant you。 But what of that； my good Bunnywhat of that？ A man's reach must exceed his grasp； dear boy； or what the dickens is a heaven for？〃
〃I would rather we didn't exceed ours just yet；〃 I answered laughing； for his spirit was irresistible； and the plan was growing upon me； despite my qualms。
〃Trust me for that；〃 was his reply； 〃I'll see you through。 After all I expect to find that the difficulties are nearly all on the surface。 These fellows both drink like the devil； and that should simplify matters considerably。 But we shall see； and we must take our time。 There will probably turn out to be a dozen different ways in which the thing might be done； and we shall have to choose between them。 It will mean watching the house for at least a week in any case； it may mean lots of other things that will take much longer； but give me a week and I will tell you more。 That's to say； if you're really on？〃
〃Of course I am；〃 I replied indignantly。 〃But why should I give you a week？ Why shouldn't we watch the house together？〃
〃Because two eyes are as good as four and take up less room。 Never hunt in couples unless you're obliged。 But don't you look offended； Bunny； there'll be plenty for you to do when the time comes； that I promise you。 You shall have your share of the fun； never fear； and a purple diamond all to yourselfif we're lucky。〃
On the whole； however； this conversation left me less than lukewarm； and I still remember the depression which came upon me when Raffles was gone。 I saw the folly of the enterprise to which I had committed myselfthe sheer； gratuitous； unnecessary folly of it。 And the paradoxes in which Raffles revelled； and the frivolous casuistry which was nevertheless half sincere； and which his mere personality rendered wholly plausible at the moment of utterance； appealed very little to me when recalled in cold blood。 I admired the spirit of pure mischief in which he seemed prepared to risk his liberty and his life； but I did not find it an infectious spirit on calm reflection。 Yet the thought of withdrawal was not to be entertained for a moment。 On the contrary； I was impatient of the delay ordained by Raffles； and； perhaps； no small part of my secret disaffection came of his galling determination to do without me until the last moment。
It made it no better that this was characteristic of the man and of his attitude towards me。 For a month we had been； I suppose； the thickest thieves in all London； and yet our intimacy was curiously incomplete。 With all his charming frankness； there was in Raffles a vein of capricious reserve which was perceptible enough to be very irritating。 He had the instinctive secretiveness of the inveterate criminal。 He would make mysteries of matters of common concern； for example； I never knew how or where he disposed of the Bond Street jewels； on the proceeds of which we were both still leading the outward lives of hundreds of other young fellows about town。 He was consistently mysterious about that and other details； of which it seemed to me that I had already earned the right to know everything。 I could not but remember how he had led me into my first felony； by means of a trick； while yet uncertain whether he could trust me or not。
That I could no longer afford to resent； but I did resent his want of confidence in me now。 I said nothing about it； but it rankled every day； and never more than in the week that succeeded the Rosenthall dinner。 When I met Raffles at the club he would tell me nothing； when I went to his rooms he was out； or pretended to be。
One day he told me he was getting on well； but slowly； it was a more ticklish game than he had thought； but when I began to ask questions he would say no more。 Then and there； in my annoyance； I took my own decision。 Since he would tell me nothing of the result of his vigils； I determined to keep one on my own account； and that very evening found my way to the millionaire's front gates。
The house he was occupying is； I believe； quite the largest in the St。 John's Wood district。 It stands in the angle formed by two broad thoroughfares； neither of which； as it happens； is a 'bus route； and I doubt if many quieter spots exist within the four…mile radius。 Quiet also was the great square house； in its garden of grass…plots and shrubs； the lights were low； the millionaire and his friends obviously spending their evening elsewhere。 The garden walls were only a few feet high。 In one there was a side door opening into a glass passage； in the other two five…barred； grained…and…varnished gates； one at either end of the little semi…circular drive； and both wide open。 So still was the place that I had a great mind to walk boldly in and learn something of the premises； in fact； I was on the point of doing so； when I heard a quick； shuffling step on the pavement behind me。 I turned round and faced the dark scowl and the dirty clenched fists of a dilapidated tramp。
〃You fool！〃 said he。 〃You utter idiot！〃
〃Raffles！〃
〃That's it；〃 he whispered savagely； 〃tell all the neighborhoodgive me away at the top of your voice！〃
With that he turned his back upon me； and shambled down the road； shrugging his shoulders and muttering to himself as though I had refused him alms。 A few moments I stood astounded； indignant； at a loss； then I followed him。 His feet trailed； his knees gave； his back was bowed； his head kept nodding； it was the gait of a man eighty years of age。 Presently he waited for me midway between two lamp…posts。 As I came up he was lighting rank tobacco； in a cutty pipe； with an evil…smelling match； and the flame showed me the suspicion of a smile。
〃You must forgive my heat； Bunny； but it really was very foolish of you。 Here am I trying every dodgebegging at the door one nighthiding in the shrubs the nextdoing every mortal thing but stand and stare at the house as you went and did。 It's a costume piece； and in you rush in your ordinary clothes。 I tell you they're on the lookout for us night and day。 It's the toughest nut I ever tackled！〃
〃Well；〃 said I； 〃if you had told me so before I shouldn't have come。 You told me nothing。〃
He looked hard at me from under the broken brim of a battered billycock。
〃You're right；〃 he said at length。 〃I've been too close。 It's become second nature with me when I've anything on。 But here's an end of it； Bunny； so far as you're concerned。 I'm going home now； and I want you to follow me； but for heaven's sake keep your distance； and don't speak to me again till I speak to you。 Theregive me a start。〃 And he was off aga
