Mrs. Raffles
Mrs. Raffles
Being the Adventures of an Amateur Crackswoman
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rth a queen's ransom."
"I do not wonder you are surprised," she replied, looking about the room with a smile of satisfaction that did little to soothe my growing wrath.
"It certainly leaves room for explanation," I retorted, coldly. "Of course, if Raffles told you where the Herringdale jewels were hid and you have disposed of them, some of all this could be accounted for; but what of me? Did it ever occur to you that I was entitled to some part of the swag?"
"Oh, you poor, suspicious old Bunny," she rippled. "Haven't I sent for you to give you some share of this--although truly you don't deserve it, for this is all mine. I haven't any more notion what became of the Herringdale jewels than the duchess of Herringdale herself."
"What?" I cried. "Then these surroundings--"
"Are self-furnishing," she said, with a merry little laugh, "and all through a plan of my own, Bunny. This house, as you may not be aware, is the late residence of Mr. and Mrs. Constant Scrappe--"
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A bit peculiar, this one, it's almost hard to see where the parody lies, due to the form of the original.
Stands on its own for pure entertainment, though.
Stands on its own for pure entertainment, though.
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