A Thief in the Night: Further Adventures of A.J. Raffles, Cricketer And ...
A Thief in the Night: Further Adventures of A.J. Raffles, Cricketer And ...
Hornung Ernest William
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I was myself sent spinning into the opposite comer at the same instant. But the instmment hap- pened to be a standard of the more elaborate pat- tern, and I flattered myself that I had put the delicate engine out of action for the day. Not that my adversary took the trouble to ascertain. He was looking at me strang^y in the electric light, standing intently on his guard, his right hand in the pocket where he had dropped his revolver. And I — ^I hardly knew it — ^but I caught up the first thing ...handy for self-defence, and was brandishing the bottle which Raffles and I had emptied in honor of my arrival on this fatal scene. "Be shot if I don't believe you're the man himself 1" cried the colonel, shaking an armed fist 78 Digitized by Google The Rest Cure in my face. "You young wolf in sheep^s clothing I Been at my wine, of course 1 Put down that bot- tle; down with it this instant, or I'll drill a tunnel through your middle. I thought so ! Begad, sir, you shall pay for this! Don't you give me an excuse for potting you now, or I'll jump at the chancel My last bottle of '84 — ^you miserable blackguard — ^you unutterable beast!" He had browbeaten me into his own chair in his own corner; he was standing over me, empty bot- tle in one hand, revolver in the other, and murder itself in the purple puckers of his raging face.
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