"Scotch he is," said Raffles, "and photographer he may be. He is also
Inspector Mackenzie of Scotland Yard--the very man I sent the message
to that night last April. And you couldn't spot who he was in a whole
hour! O Bunny, Bunny, you were never built for crime!"
"But," said I, "if that was Mackenzie, who was the fellow you bolted
from at Warbeck?"
"The man he's watching."
"But he's watching us!"
Raffles looked at me with a pitying eye, and shook his head again
before handing me his open cigarette-case.
"I don't know whether smoking's forbidden in one's bedroom, but you'd
better take one of these and stand tight, Bunny, because I'm going to
say something offensive."