It was half-past twelve when I returned to the Albany as a last desperate resort.The scene of my disaster was much as I had left it.The baccarat-counters still strewed the table, with the empty glasses and the loaded ash-trays.A window had been opened to let the smoke out, and was letting in the fog instead. Raffles himself had merely discarded his dining jacket for one of his innumerable blazers.
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