MR. JUSTICE RAFFLES
By E.W. Hornung
1909
CONTENTS
CHAPTER I — An Inaugural Banquet
CHAPTER II — "His Own Familiar Friend"
CHAPTER IV — "Our Mr. Shylock"
CHAPTER VII — In Which We Fail to Score
CHAPTER VIII — The State of the Case
CHAPTER IX — A Triple Alliance
CHAPTER X — "My Raffles Right or Wrong"
CHAPTER XI — A Dash in the Dark
CHAPTER XII — A Midsummer Night's Work
CHAPTER XVII — A Secret Service
CHAPTER XVIII — The Death of a Sinner
MR. JUSTICE RAFFLES
CHAPTER I — An Inaugural Banquet
Raffles had vanished from the face of the town, and even I had no conception of his whereabouts until he cabled to me to meet the 7.31 at Charing Cross next night. That was on the Tuesday before the 'Varsity match, or a full fortnight after his mysterious disappearance. The telegram was from Carlsbad, of all places for Raffles of all men! Of course there was only one thing that could possibly have taken so rare a specimen of physical fitness to any such pernicious spot. But to my horror he emerged from the train, on the Wednesday evening, a cadaverous caricature of the splendid person I had gone to meet.
"Not a word, my dear Bunny, till I have bitten British beef!" said he, in tones as hollow as his cheeks. "No, I'm not going to stop to clear my baggage now. You can do that for me to-morrow, Bunny, like a dear good pal."
"Any time you like," said I, giving him my arm. "But where shall we dine? Kellner's? Neapolo's? The Carlton or the Club?"
But Raffles shook his head at one and all.
"I don't want to dine at all," he said. "I know what I want!"
And he l