"They were as thin as clothes-lines."
"And they're sure to be rotten, and we should be seen cutting them down. No, Bunny, that won't do. Wait a bit. Is there a lightning conductor?"
"There was."
I opened one of the side windows and reached out as far as I could.
"You'll be seen from that skylight!" cried Raffles in a warning undertone.
"No, I won't. I can't see it myself. But here's the lightning-conductor, where it always was."
"How thick," asked Raffles, as I drew in and rejoined him.
"Rather thicker than a lead-pencil."
"They sometimes bear you," said Raffles, slipping on a pair of white kid gloves, and stuffing his handkerchief into the palm of one. "The difficulty is to keep a grip; but I've been up and down them before to-night. And it's our only chance. I'll go first, Bunny: you watch me, and do exactly as I do if I get down all right."
"But if you don't!"