The Fate of Faustina
"But why on earth should you think that these fellows are?" I demanded, as that brazen voice came rasping through a second verse.
"I don't think. It was only an idea. That thing is so thoroughly Neapolitan, and I never heard it on a London organ before. Then again, what should bring them back here?"
I peeped through the blind in my turn; and, to to be sure, there was the fellow with the blue chin and the white teeth watching our windows, and ours only, as he bawled.
"And why?" cried Raffles, his eyes dancing when I told him. "Why should they come sneaking back to us? Doesn't that look suspicious, Bunny; doesn't that promise a lark?"
"Not to me," I said, having the smile for once. "How many people, should you imagine, toss them five shilling for as many minutes of their infernal row? You seem to forget that's what you did an hour ago!"
Raffles had forgotten. His blank face confessed the fact. Then suddenly he burst out laughing at himself.
"Bunny," said he, "you've no imagination, and I never knew I had so much! Of course you're right. I only wish you were not, for there's nothing I should enjoy more than taking on another
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