
You are Bunny, waiting up when A. J. Raffles steps off the Carlsbad train looking half his usual self and no readier than usual to explain himself. Over steak and kidneys he admits only that a lady's dropped emerald necklace, and her moneylender husband's suspicion, sent him abroad. Back at the Albany you find young cricketer Teddy Garland alone with Raffles's chequebook, practicing a forged signature to meet a seven-hundred-pound debt to that same lender — due at noon, exactly when Teddy is due at the wicket.
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