![]() We were face to face by his fireside, and I cut him short. "Not come back for your revenge, have you? Because I'm afraid I can't give it you single-handed. And I led the way into his room with an impudence amazing to myself. "No," said I, pushing past him without ​ceremony. "Forgotten something?" said he, when he saw me on his mat. Yet he arched his eyebrows as though I had dragged him from his bed. Raffles himself had merely discarded his dining jacket for one of his innumerable blazers. A window had been opened to let the smoke out, and was letting in the fog instead. The baccarat-counters still strewed the table, with the empty glasses and the loaded ash-trays. The scene of my disaster was much as I had left it. ![]() IT was about half-past twelve when I returned to the Albany as a last desperate resort. ![]()
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