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His
name
was
John
Raffles
,
and
he
sometimes
wrote
jocosely
W
.
A
.
G
.
after
his
signature
,
observing
when
he
did
so
,
that
he
was
once
taught
by
Leonard
Lamb
of
Finsbury
who
wrote
B
.
A
.
after
his
name
,
and
that
he
,
Raffles
,
originated
the
witticism
of
calling
that
celebrated
principal
Ba
-
Lamb
.
Such
were
the
appearance
and
mental
flavor
of
Mr
.
Raffles
,
both
of
which
seemed
to
have
a
stale
odor
of
travellers
’
rooms
in
the
commercial
hotels
of
that
period
.
"
Come
,
now
,
Josh
,
"
he
was
saying
,
in
a
full
rumbling
tone
,
"
look
at
it
in
this
light
:
here
is
your
poor
mother
going
into
the
vale
of
years
,
and
you
could
afford
something
handsome
now
to
make
her
comfortable
.
"
"
Not
while
you
live
.
Nothing
would
make
her
comfortable
while
you
live
,
"
returned
Rigg
,
in
his
cool
high
voice
.
"
What
I
give
her
,
you
’
ll
take
.
"
"
You
bear
me
a
grudge
,
Josh
,
that
I
know
.
But
come
,
now
—
as
between
man
and
man
—
without
humbug
—
a
little
capital
might
enable
me
to
make
a
first
-
rate
thing
of
the
shop
.
The
tobacco
trade
is
growing
.
I
should
cut
my
own
nose
off
in
not
doing
the
best
I
could
at
it
.
I
should
stick
to
it
like
a
flea
to
a
fleece
for
my
own
sake
.
I
should
always
be
on
the
spot
.
And
nothing
would
make
your
poor
mother
so
happy
.
I
’
ve
pretty
well
done
with
my
wild
oats
—
turned
fifty
-
five
.
I
want
to
settle
down
in
my
chimney
-
corner
.
And
if
I
once
buckled
to
the
tobacco
trade
,
I
could
bring
an
amount
of
brains
and
experience
to
bear
on
it
that
would
not
be
found
elsewhere
in
a
hurry
.
I
don
’
t
want
to
be
bothering
you
one
time
after
another
,
but
to
get
things
once
for
all
into
the
right
channel
.
Consider
that
,
Josh
—
as
between
man
and
man
—
and
with
your
poor
mother
to
be
made
easy
for
her
life
.
I
was
always
fond
of
the
old
woman
,
by
Jove
!
"
"
Have
you
done
?
"
said
Mr
.
Rigg
,
quietly
,
without
looking
away
from
the
window
.
"
Yes
,
I
’
ve
done
,
"
said
Raffles
,
taking
hold
of
his
hat
which
stood
before
him
on
the
table
,
and
giving
it
a
sort
of
oratorical
push
.
"
Then
just
listen
to
me
.
The
more
you
say
anything
,
the
less
I
shall
believe
it
.
The
more
you
want
me
to
do
a
thing
,
the
more
reason
I
shall
have
for
never
doing
it
.
Do
you
think
I
mean
to
forget
your
kicking
me
when
I
was
a
lad
,
and
eating
all
the
best
victual
away
from
me
and
my
mother
?
Do
you
think
I
forget
your
always
coming
home
to
sell
and
pocket
everything
,
and
going
off
again
leaving
us
in
the
lurch
?
I
should
be
glad
to
see
you
whipped
at
the
cart
-
tail
.
My
mother
was
a
fool
to
you
:
she
’
d
no
right
to
give
me
a
father
-
in
-
law
,
and
she
’
s
been
punished
for
it
.
She
shall
have
her
weekly
allowance
paid
and
no
more
:
and
that
shall
be
stopped
if
you
dare
to
come
on
to
these
premises
again
,
or
to
come
into
this
country
after
me
again
.
The
next
time
you
show
yourself
inside
the
gates
here
,
you
shall
be
driven
off
with
the
dogs
and
the
wagoner
’
s
whip
.
"
As
Rigg
pronounced
the
last
words
he
turned
round
and
looked
at
Raffles
with
his
prominent
frozen
eyes
.
The
contrast
was
as
striking
as
it
could
have
been
eighteen
years
before
,
when
Rigg
was
a
most
unengaging
kickable
boy
,
and
Raffles
was
the
rather
thick
-
set
Adonis
of
bar
-
rooms
and
back
-
parlors
.
But
the
advantage
now
was
on
the
side
of
Rigg
,
and
auditors
of
this
conversation
might
probably
have
expected
that
Raffles
would
retire
with
the
air
of
a
defeated
dog
.
Not
at
all
.
He
made
a
grimace
which
was
habitual
with
him
whenever
he
was
"
out
"
in
a
game
;
then
subsided
into
a
laugh
,
and
drew
a
brandy
-
flask
from
his
pocket
.
