Mrs. Raffles: Being the Adventures of an Amateur Crackswoman

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Bangs John Kendrick. Mrs. Raffles: Being the Adventures of an Amateur Crackswoman

I. THE ADVENTURE OF THE HERALD PERSONAL

II. THE ADVENTURE OF THE NEWPORT VILLA

III. THE ADVENTURE OF MRS. GASTER'S MAID

IV. THE PEARL ROPE OF MRS. GUSHINGTON-ANDREWS

V. THE ADVENTURE OF THE STEEL BONDS

VI. THE ADVENTURE OF THE FRESH-AIR FUND

VII. THE ADVENTURE OF MRS. ROCKERBILT'S TIARA

VIII. THE ADVENTURE OF THE CARNEGIE LIBRARY

IX. THE ADVENTURE OF THE HOLD-UP

X. THE ADVENTURE OF MRS. SHADD'S MUSICALE

XI. THE ADVENTURE OF MRS. INNITT'S COOK

XII. THE LAST ADVENTURE

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There is little need for me to describe in detail the story of my railway journey from New York to Newport. It was uneventful and unproductive save as to the latter end of it, when, on the arrival of the train at Wickford, observing that the prosperous-looking gentleman bound for Boston who occupied the seat next mine in the Pullman car was sleeping soundly, I exchanged my well-worn covert coat for his richly made, sable-lined surtout, and made off as well with his suit-case on the chance of its holding something that might later serve some one of my many purposes. I mention this in passing only because the suit-case, containing as it did all the essential features of a gentleman's evening attire, even to three superb pearl studs in the bosom of an immaculately white shirt, all of them, marvellously enough, as perfectly fitting as though they had been made for me, with a hundred unregistered first-mortgage bonds of the United States Steel Company – of which securities there will be more anon – enabled me later to appear before Mrs. Van Raffles in a guise so prosperous as to win an immediate renewal of her favor.

"We shall be almost as great a combination as the original Bunny," she cried, enthusiastically, when I told her of this coup. "With my brains and your blind luck nothing can stop us."

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"As Mrs. Raffles – or Van Raffles, as you have it now?" I demanded.

"Oh, Bunny, Bunny, Bunny! What a stupid you are! Never! As Miss Pratt-Robinson," she replied. "From this I earn fifteen dollars a week. The sources of the material I send him – well – do you see now, Bunny?"

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