"Ours wasn't," I answered, with some warmth. "It was my sanctum sanctorum in the holidays. I smoked my first pipe up there, and wrote my first verses!"
Raffles laid a kindly hand upon my shoulder.
"Bunny, Bunny, you can rob the old place, and yet you can't hear a word against it!"
"That's different," said I relentlessly. "The tower was there in my time, but the man I mean to rob was not."
"You really do mean to do it, Bunny?"
"By myself, if necessary!" I averred.
"Not again, Bunny, not again," rejoined Raffles, laughing as he shook his head. "But do you think the man has enough to make it worth our while to go so far afield?"
"Far afield! It's not forty miles on the London and Brighton."
"Well, that's as bad as a hundred on most lines. And when did you say it was to be?"
"Friday week."