第 33 节
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淋雨 更新:2021-02-18 21:21 字数:9322
nd I had not your sentimental scruples。 Why should I go empty away? If you want to know the inner history of my second visit to that good fellow's dressing…room; drive home for a fresh kit and meet me at the Turkish bath in twenty minutes。 I feel more than a little grubby; and we can have our breakfast in the cooling gallery。 Besides; after a whole night in your old haunts; Bunny; it's only in order to wind up in Northumberland Avenue。〃
The Raffles Relics
It was in one of the magazines for December; 1899; that an article appeared which afforded our minds a brief respite from the then consuming excitement of the war in South Africa。 These were the days when Raffles really had white hair; and when he and I were nearing the end of our surreptitious second innings; as professional cracksmen of the deadliest dye。 Piccadilly and the Albany knew us no more。 But we still operated; as the spirit tempted us; from our latest and most idyllic base; on the borders of Ham Common。 Recreation was our greatest want; and though we had both descended to the humble bicycle; a lot of reading was forced upon us in the winter evenings。 Thus the war came as a boon to us both。 It not only provided us with an honest interest in life; but gave point and zest to innumerable spins across Richmond Park; to the nearest paper shop; and it was from such an expedition that I returned with inflammatory matter unconnected with the war。 The magazine was one of those that are read (and sold) by the million; the article was rudely illustrated on every other page。 Its subject was the so…called Black Museum at Scotland Yard; and from the catchpenny text we first learned that the gruesome show was now enriched by a special and elaborate exhibit known as the Raffles Relics。
〃Bunny;〃 said Raffles; 〃this is fame at last! It is no longer notoriety; it lifts one out of the ruck of robbers into the society of the big brass gods; whose little delinquencies are written in water by the finger of time。 The Napoleon Relics we know; the Nelson Relics we've heard about; and here are mine!〃 〃Which I wish to goodness we could see;〃 I added; longingly。 Next moment I was sorry I had spoken。 Raffles was looking at me across the magazine。 There was a smile on his lips that I knew too well; a light in his eyes that I had kindled。
〃What an excellent idea? he exclaimed; quite softly; as though working it out already in his brain。
〃I didn't mean it for one;〃 I answered; 〃and no more do you。〃
〃Certainly I do;〃 said Raffles。 〃I was never more serious in my life。〃
〃You would march into Scotland Yard in broad daylight?〃
〃In broad lime…light;〃 he answered; studying the magazine again; 〃to set eyes on my own once more。 Why here they all。 are; Bunny … you never told me there was an illustration。 That's the chest you took to your bank with me inside; and those must be my own rope…ladder and things on top。 They produce so badly in the baser magazines that it's impossible to swear to them; there's nothing for it but a visit of inspection。〃
〃Then you can pay it alone;〃 said I grimly。 〃You may have altered; but they'd know me at a glance。〃
〃By all。 means; Bunny; if you'll get me the pass。〃
〃A pass? I cried triumphantly。 〃Of course we should have to get one; and of course that puts an end to the whole idea。 Who on earth would give a pass for this show; of all。 others; to an old prisoner like me?〃
Raffles addressed himself to the reading of the magazine with a shrug that showed some temper。
〃The fellow who wrote this article got one;〃 said he shortly。 〃He got it from his editor; and you can get one from yours if you tried。 But pray don't try; Bunny: it would be too terrible for you to risk a moment's embarrassment to gratify a mere whim of mine。 And if I went instead of you and got spotted; which is so likely with this head of hair; and the general belief in my demise; the consequences to you would be too awful to contemplate! Don't contemplate them; my dear fellow。 And do let me read my magazine。〃
Need I add that I set about the rash endeavor without further expostulation? I was used to such ebullitions from the altered Raffles of these later days; and I could well understand them。 All。 the inconvenience of the new conditions fell on him。 I had purged my known offences by imprisonment; whereas Raffles was merely supposed to have escaped punishment in death。 The result was that I could rush in where Raffles feared to tread; and was his plenipotentiary in all。 honest dealings with the outer world。 It could not but gall him to be so dependent upon me; and it was for me to minimize the humiliation by scrupulously avoiding the least semblance of an abuse of that power which I now had over him。 Accordingly; though with much misgiving; I did his ticklish behest in Fleet Street; where; despite my past; I was already making a certain lowly footing for myself。 Success followed as it will when one longs to fail; and one fine evening I returned to Ham Common with a card from the Convict Supervision Office; New Scotland Yard; which I treasure to this day。 I am surprised to see that it was undated; and might still almost 〃Admit Bearer to see the Museum;〃 to say nothing of the bearer's friends; since my editor's name 〃and party〃 is scrawled beneath the legend。
〃But he doesn't want to come;〃 as I explained to Raffles。 〃And it means that we can both go; if we both like。〃
Raffles looked at me with a wry smile; he was in good enough humor now。
〃It would be rather dangerous; Bunny。 If they spotted you; they might think of me。〃
〃But you say they'll never know you now。〃
〃I don't believe they will。 I don't believe there's the slightest risk; but we shall soon see。 I've set my heart on seeing; Bunny; but there's no earthly reason why I should drag you into it。〃
〃You do that when you present this card;〃 I pointed out。 〃I shall hear of it fast enough if anything happens。〃
〃Then you may as well be there to see the fun?〃
〃It will make no difference if the worst comes to the worst。〃
〃And the ticket is for a party; isn't it?〃
〃It is。〃
〃It might even look peculiar if only one person made use of it?〃
〃It might。〃
〃Then we're both going; Bunny! And I give you my word;〃 cried Raffles; 〃that no real harm shall come of it。 But you mustn't ask to see the Relics; and you mustn't take too much interest in them when you do see them。 Leave the questioning to me: it really will be a chance of finding out whether they've any suspicion of one's resurrection at Scotland Yard。 Still I think I can promise you a certain amount of fun; old fellow; as some little compensation for your pangs and fears? The early afternoon was mild and hazy; and unlike winter but for the prematurely low sun struggling through the haze; as Raffles and I emerged from the nether regions at Westminster Bridge; and stood for one moment to admire the infirm silhouettes of Abbey and Houses in flat gray against a golden mist。 Raffles murmured of Whistler and of Arthur Severn; and threw away a good Sullivan because the smoke would curl between him and the picture。 It is perhaps the picture that I can now see clearest of all。 the set scenes of our lawless life。 But at the time I was filled with gloomy speculation as to whether Raffles would keep his promise of providing an entirely harmless entertainment for my benefit at the Black Museum。
We entered the forbidding precincts; we looked relentless officers in the face; and they almost yawned in ours as they directed us through swing doors and up stone stairs。 There was something even sinister in the casual character of our reception。 We had an arctic landing to ourselves for several minutes; which Raffles spent in an instinctive survey of the premises; while I cooled my heels before the portrait of a late commissioner。
〃Dear old gentleman? exclaimed Raffles; joining me。 〃I have met him at dinner; and discussed my own case with him; in the old days。 But we can't know too little about ourselves in the Black Museum; Bunny。 I remember going to the old place in Whitehall; years ago; and being shown round by one of the tip…top 'tecs。 And this may be another。〃
But even I could see at a glance that there was nothing of the detective and everything of the clerk about the very young man who had joined us at last upon the landing。 His collar was the tallest I have ever seen; and his face was as pallid as his collar。 He carried a loose key; with which he unlocked a door a little way along the passage; and so ushered us into that dreadful repository which perhaps has fewer visitors than any other of equal interest in the world。 The place was cold as the inviolate vault; blinds had to be drawn up; and glass cases uncovered; before we could see a thing except the row of murderers' death…masks … the placid faces with the swollen necks … that stood out on their shelves to give us ghostly greeting。
〃This fellow isn't formidable;〃 whispered Raffles; as the blinds went up; 〃still; we can't be too careful。 My little lot are round the corner; in the sort of recess; don't look till we come to them in their turn。〃
So we began at the beginning; with the glass case nearest the door; and in a moment I di