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Gross scenes followed in the hall； the ladies were now upon the stage； and at sight of the desperate criminal they screamed with one accord。 In truth I must have given them fair cause； though my mask was now torn away and hid nothing but my left ear。 Rosenthall answered their shrieks with a roar for silence； the woman with the bath…sponge hair swore at him shrilly in return； the place became a Babel impossible to describe。 I remember wondering how long it would be before the police appeared。 Purvis and the ladies were for calling them in and giving me in charge without delay。 Rosenthall would not hear of it。 He swore that he would shoot man or woman who left his sight。 He had had enough of the police。 He was not going to have them coming there to spoil sport； he was going to deal with me in his own way。 With that he dragged me from all other hands； flung me against a door； and sent a bullet crashing through the wood within an inch of my ear。
〃You drunken fool！ It'll be murder！〃 shouted Purvis； getting in the way a second time。
〃Wha' do I care？ He's armed； isn't he？ I shot him in self…defence。 It'll be a warning to others。 Will you stand aside； or d'ye want it yourself？〃
〃You're drunk；〃 said Purvis； still between us。 〃I saw you take a neat tumblerful since you come in； and it's made you drunk as a fool。 Pull yourself together； old man。 You ain't a…going to do what you'll be sorry for。〃
〃Then I won't shoot at him； I'll only shoot roun' an' roun' the beggar。 You're quite right； ole feller。 Wouldn't hurt him。 Great mishtake。 Roun' an' roun'。 Therelike that！〃
His freckled paw shot up over Purvis's shoulder； mauve lightning came from his ring； a red flash from his revolver； and shrieks from the women as the reverberations died away。 Some splinters lodged in my hair。
Next instant the prize…fighter disarmed him； and I was safe from the devil； but finally doomed to the deep sea。 A policeman was in our midst。 He had entered through the drawing…room window； he was an officer of few words and creditable promptitude。 In a twinkling he had the handcuffs on my wrists； while the pugilist explained the situation； and his patron reviled the force and its representative with impotent malignity。 A fine watch they kept； a lot of good they did； coming in when all was over and the whole household might have been murdered in their sleep。 The officer only deigned to notice him as he marched me off。
〃We know all about YOU； sir；〃 said he contemptuously； and he refused the sovereign Purvis proffered。 〃You will be seeing me again； sir； at Marylebone。〃
〃Shall I come now？〃
〃As you please； sir。 I rather think the other gentleman requires you more； and I don't fancy this young man means to give much trouble。〃
〃Oh； I'm coming quietly；〃 I said。
And I went。
In silence we traversed perhaps a hundred yards。 It must have been midnight。 We did not meet a soul。 At last I whispered：
〃How on earth did you manage it？〃
〃Purely by luck；〃 said Raffles。 〃I had the luck to get clear away through knowing every brick of those back…garden walls； and the double luck to have these togs with the rest over at Chelsea。 The helmet is one of a collection I made up at Oxford； here it goes over this wall； and we'd better carry the coat and belt before we meet a real officer。 I got them once for a fancy ballostensiblyand thereby hangs a yarn。 I always thought they might come in useful a second time。 My chief crux to…night was getting rid of the hansom that brought me back。 I sent him off to Scotland Yard with ten bob and a special message to good old Mackenzie。 The whole detective department will be at Rosenthall's in about half an hour。 Of course； I speculated on our gentleman's hatred of the policeanother huge slice of luck。 If you'd got away； well and good； if not； I felt he was the man to play with his mouse as long as possible。 Yes； Bunny； it's been more of a costume piece than I intended； and we've come out of it with a good deal less credit。 But； by Jove； we're jolly lucky to have come out of it at all！〃
GENTLEMEN AND PLAYERS
Old Raffles may or may not have been an exceptional criminal； but as a cricketer I dare swear he was unique。 Himself a dangerous bat； a brilliant field； and perhaps the very finest slow bowler of his decade； he took incredibly little interest in the game at large。 He never went up to Lord's without his cricket…bag； or showed the slightest interest in the result of a match in which he was not himself engaged。 Nor was this mere hateful egotism on his part。 He professed to have lost all enthusiasm for the game； and to keep it up only from the very lowest motives。
〃Cricket；〃 said Raffles； 〃like everything else； is good enough sport until you discover a better。 As a source of excitement it isn't in it with other things you wot of； Bunny； and the involuntary comparison becomes a bore。 What's the satisfaction of taking a man's wicket when you want his spoons？ Still； if you can bowl a bit your low cunning won't get rusty； and always looking for the weak spot's just the kind of mental exercise one wants。 Yes； perhaps there's some affinity between the two things after all。 But I'd chuck up cricket to…morrow； Bunny； if it wasn't for the glorious protection it affords a person of my proclivities。〃
〃How so？〃 said I。 〃It brings you before the public； I should have thought； far more than is either safe or wise。〃
〃My dear Bunny； that's exactly where you make a mistake。 To follow Crime with reasonable impunity you simply MUST have a parallel； ostensible careerthe more public the better。 The principle is obvious。 Mr。 Peace； of pious memory； disarmed suspicion by acquiring a local reputation for playing the fiddle and taming animals； and it's my profound conviction that Jack the Ripper was a really eminent public man； whose speeches were very likely reported alongside his atrocities。 Fill the bill in some prominent part； and you'll never be suspected of doubling it with another of equal prominence。 That's why I want you to cultivate journalism； my boy； and sign all you can。 And it's the one and only reason why I don't burn my bats for firewood。〃
Nevertheless； when he did play there was no keener performer on the field； nor one more anxious to do well for his side。 I remember how he went to the nets； before the first match of the season； with his pocket full of sovereigns； which he put on the stumps instead of bails。 It was a sight to see the professionals bowling like demons for the hard cash； for whenever a stump was hit a pound was tossed to the bowler and another balanced in its stead； while one man took #3 with a ball that spreadeagled the wicket。 Raffles's practice cost him either eight or nine sovereigns； but he had absolutely first…class bowling all the time； and he made fifty…seven runs next day。
It became my pleasure to accompany him to all his matches； to watch every ball he bowled； or played； or fielded； and to sit chatting with him in the pavilion when he was doing none of these three things。 You might have seen us there； side by side； during the greater part of the Gentlemen's first innings against the Players （who had lost the toss） on the secon