"
"Then write to the fellow."
"I don't know--I've forgotten his address."
"Well, I'm hanged if I understand it!" said Jack, lost in astonishment.
"If you don't know it, and your bookmaker will only bet through Raffles,
you are in a hole--a marvellously deep one."
"There's only one way out--find Raffles."
"And that you can't do."
"And that I think I can do by going to London."
"Well, we're off for the holidays on Tuesday, and you can find Raffles
then."
"I should be hopelessly too late if I waited till then. It would be
almost ruinous to be put on to Pocket Book in a day's time. I must hedge
to-night."
"To-night?" said Jack, in a complete fog. "And you haven't found
Raffles!"
"No, but I think I know where to find him to-night. You know the Coon is
having a match with the Battersea Beauty at the Universal Sporting Club,
and Raffles is pretty sure to be there, and I must see him then."
"But that means going to London, Acton."
"Certainly."
"And Corker would expel you--even you."
"Without a doubt--if he finds out."
"There's a chance that he may."
"Certainly, but it's a mighty slender one, and in any case I mean to--I
_must_--risk it."
"I'm awfully sorry for you."
"Now, Jack, I want you to listen to me," said Acton, very gravely, and
his voice showed his genuine anxiety. "The Coon's match does not
commence until eleven o'clock at night, because an awful lot of the
Universal Sporters are actors and they cannot get away before that time
at earliest.
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