"Well, we're off for the holidays on Tuesday, and you can find Raffles then."
"I should be hopelessly too late if I waited till then. It would be almost ruinous to be put on to Pocket Book in a day's time. I must hedge to-night."
"To-night?" said Jack, in a complete fog. "And you haven't found Raffles!"
"No, but I think I know where to find him to-night. You know the Coon is having a match with the Battersea Beauty at the Universal Sporting Club, and Raffles is pretty sure to be there, and I must see him then."
"But that means going to London, Acton."
"Certainly."
"And Corker would expel you—even you."
"Without a doubt—if he finds out."
"There's a chance that he may."
"Certainly, but it's a mighty slender one, and in any case I mean to—I must—risk it."