This engaging rascal is found helping a young cricket player out of the toils of a money shark. Novel in plot, thrilling and amusing.
such a change was due to a few draughts of bitter beer and a few ounces of fillet steak, then I felt I was the brewers' friend and the vegetarians' foe for life. Nevertheless I could detect a serious side to my companion's mood, especially when he spoke once more of Teddy Garland, and told me that he had cabled to him also before leaving Carlsbad. And I could not help wondering, with a discreditable pang, whether his intercourse with that honest lad could have bred in Raffles a remorse for his own misdeeds, such as I myself had often tried, but always failed, to produce.
So we came to the Albany in sober frame, for all our recent levity, thinking at least no evil for once in our lawless lives. And there was our good friend Barraclough, the porter, to salute and welcome us in the courtyard.
"There's a gen'leman writing you a letter upstairs," said he to Raffles. "It's Mr. Garland, sir, so I took him up."
"Teddy!" cried Raffles, and took the stairs two at a time.
I followed rather h
It's a second book by Hornung that I've read.
I loved "Dead Men Tell No Tales" and wanted to read something with the Raffles personage, which made Hornung famous.
But I didn't choose well. This is the last Raffles novel and if you don't already love Raffles and his friend the narrator, you don't get to love them reading this book.
The famed Raffles doesn't seem too brilliant and if you don't play cricket you'll be sleeping after the first fifty pages.
Sure, there are some good moments but nothing that'll really impress you.