The Amateur Cracksman
The Amateur Cracksman
by E. W. Hornung
TO A. C. D. THIS FORM OF FLATTERY
THE AMATEUR CRACKSMAN
THE IDES OF MARCH
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It was half-past twelve when I returned to the Albany as a last desperate resort. The scene of my disaster was much as I had left it. The baccarat-counters still strewed the table, with the empty glasses and the loaded ash-trays. A window had been opened to let the smoke out, and was letting in the fog instead. Raffles himself had merely d ...