Mr. Justice Raffles

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.