“It’s the fellow,” I said, returning to Raffles, and I described his boots.
Raffles was delighted.
“Well done, Bunny; you’re coming on,” said he. “Now I wonder if he’s been over here all the time, or if they sent him over expressly? You did better than you think in spotting those boots, for they can only have been made in Italy, and that looks like the special envoy. But it’s no use speculating. I must find out.”
“How can you?”
“He won’t stay there all night.”
“Well?”
“When he gets tired of it I shall return the compliment and follow him.”
“Not alone,” said I, firmly.
“Well, we’ll see. We’ll see at once,” said Raffles, rising. “Out with the gas, Bunny, while I take a look. Thank you. Now wait a bit ... yes! He’s chucked it; he’s off already; and so am I!”
But I slipped to our outer door, and held the passage.