“And then?”
“Make them pay up in hard cash across the counter of the Bank of England. And you can make them.”
That I knew, and so said nothing for a time, remaining a hostile though a silent critic, while we paced the cool black leads with our bare feet, softly as cats.
“And how do you propose to get enough away,” at length I asked, “to make it worth while?”
“Ah, there you have it,” said Raffles. “I only propose to reconnoitre the ground, to see what we can see. We might find some hiding-place for a night; that, I am afraid, would be our only chance.”
“Have you ever been there before?”
“Not since they got the one good, portable piece which I believe that they exhibit now. It’s a long time since I read of it—I can’t remember where—but I know they have got a gold cup of sorts worth several thousands. A number of the immorally rich clubbed together and presented it to the nation; and two of the richly immoral intend to snaffle it for themselves. At any rate we might go and have a look at it, Bunny, don’t you think?”
Think! I seized his arm.
“When? When? When?” I asked, like a quick-firing gun.
“The sooner the better, while old Theobald’s away on his honeymoon.”