Mr. Justice Raffles, E. W. Hornung [some good books to read .TXT] 📗
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"They think it was written by me," said he. "It's a forgery, written on my office paper; if that isn't my property, I should like to know what is?"
"It certainly ought to be," returned Raffles, sympathetically. "Of course you're speaking of the crucial letter in your case against Fact?"
"I am," said Levy, rather startled; "but 'ow did you know I was?"
"I am naturally interested in the case."
"And you've read about it in the papers; they've had a fat sight too much to say about it, with the whole case still sub judice."
"I read the original articles in Fact" said Raffles.
"And the letters I'm supposed to have written?"
"Yes; there was only one of them that struck me as being slap in the wind's eye."
"That's the one I want."
"If it's genuine, Mr. Levy, it might easily form the basis of a more serious sort of case."
"But it isn't genuine."
"Nor would you be the first plaintiff in the High Court of Justice," pursued Raffles, blowing soft grey rings into the upper air, "who has been rather rudely transformed into the defendant at the Old Bailey."
"But it isn't genuine, I'm telling you!" cried Dan Levy with a curse.
"Then what in the world do you want with the letter? Let the prosecution love and cherish it, and trump it up in court for all it's worth; the less it is worth, the more certain to explode and blow their case to bits. A palpable forgery in the hands of Mr. Attorney!" cried Raffles, with a wink at me. "It'll be the best fun of its kind since the late lamented Mr. Pigott; my dear Bunny, we must both be there."
Mr. Levy's uneasiness was a sight for timid eyes. He had presented his case to us naked and unashamed; already he was in our hands more surely than Raffles was in his. But Raffles was the last person to betray his sense of an advantage a second too soon: he merely gave me another wink. The usurer was frowning at the carpet. Suddenly he sprang up and burst out in a bitter tirade upon the popular and even the judicial prejudice against his own beneficent calling. No money-lender would ever get justice in a British court of law; easier for the camel to thread the needle's eye. That flagrant forgery would be accepted at sight by our vaunted British jury. The only chance was to abstract it before the case came on.
"But if it can be proved to be a forgery," urged Raffles, "nothing could possibly turn the tables on the other side with such complete and instantaneous effect."
"I've told you what I reckon my only chance," said Levy fiercely. "Let me remind you that it's yours as well!"
"If you talk like that," said Raffles, "I shan't consider it."
"You won't in any case, I should hope," said I.
"Oh, yes, I might; but not if he talks like that."
Levy stopped talking quite like that.
"Will you do it, Mr. Raffles, or will you not?"
"Abstract the—forgery?"
"Yes."
"Where from?"
"Wherever it may be; their solicitors' safe, I suppose."
"Who are the solicitors to Fact?"
"Burroughs and Burroughs."
"Of Gray's Inn Square?"
"That's right."
"The strongest firm in England for a criminal case," said Raffles, with a grimace at me. "Their strong-room is probably the strongest strong-room!"
"I said it was a tricky job," rejoined the moneylender.
Raffles looked more than dubious.
"Big game for a first shoot, eh, Bunny?"
"Too big by half."
"And you merely wish to have their letter—withdrawn, Mr. Levy?"
"That's the way to put it."
And the diamond stud sparkled again as it heaved upon the billows of an intestine chuckle.
"Withdrawn—and nothing more?"
"That'll be good enough for me, Mr. Raffles."
"Even though they miss it the very next morning?"
"Let them miss it."
Raffles joined his finger-tips judicially, and shook his head in serene dissent.
"It would do you more harm than good, Mr. Levy. I should be inclined to go one better—if I went into the thing at all," he added, with so much point that I was thankful to think he was beginning to decide against it.
"What improvement do you suggest?" inquired Dan Levy, who had evidently no such premonition.
"I should take a sheet of your paper with me, and forge the forgery!" said Raffles, a light in his eye and a gusto in his voice that I knew only too well. "But I shouldn't do my work as perfectly as—the other cove—did his. My effort would look the same as yours—his—until Mr. Attorney fixed it with his eyeglass in open court. And then the bottom would be out of the defence in five minutes!"
Dan Levy came straight over to Raffles—quivering like a jelly—beaming at every pore.
"Shake!" he cried. "I always knew you were a man after my own heart, but I didn't know you were a man of genius until this minute."
"It's no use my shaking," replied Raffles, the tips of his sensitive fingers still together, "until I make up my mind to take on the job. And I'm a very long way from doing that yet, Mr. Levy."
I breathed again.
"But you must, my dear friend, you simply must!" said Levy, in a new tone of pure persuasion. I was sorry he forgot to threaten instead. Perhaps it was not forgetfulness; perhaps he was beginning to know his Raffles as I knew mine; if so, I was sorrier still.
"It's a case of quid pro quo," said Raffles calmly. "You can't expect me to break out into downright crime—however technical the actual offence—unless you make it worth my while."
Levy became the man I wanted him to be again. "I fancy it's worth your while not to hear anything more about Carlsbad," said he, though still with less of the old manner than I could have wished.
"What!" cried Raffles, "when you own yourself that you've no evidence against me there?"
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