An Old Flame
and her beauty of a bolder type, but she was also angrier than I had anticipated when I came so readily to the door. The passage into which it opened was an exceedingly narrow one, as I have often said, but I never dreamt of barring this woman's way, though not a word did she stoop to say to me. I was only too glad to flatten myself against the wall, as the rustling fury strode past me into the lighted room with the open door.
"So this is your thieves' kitchen!" she cried, in high-pitched scorn.
I was on the threshold myself, and Raffles glanced towards me with raised eyebrows.
"I have certainly had better quarters in my day," said he, "but you need not call them absurd names before my man."
"Then send your 'man' about his business," said Jacques Saillard, with an unpleasant stress upon the word indicated.
But when the door was shut I heard Raffles assuring her that I knew nothing, that he was a real invalid overcome by a sudden mad temptation, and all he had told her of his life a lie to hide his whereabouts, but all he was telling her now she could prove for herself without leaving that building. It seeemed, however, that she had proved it already
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