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Raffles: The Amateur Cracksman (1. Although credited to Harvey Thew, the plot follows close on the heels of the 1. Watch Downfall Online Ibtimes. The main change (which would have outraged E. W Hornung had he lived to see it) is the complete transformation in the character of Bunny. Mind you, he's well played by Freeman Wood, but this is not the Bunny of the book or the other versions. Minor but important alterations include the diminution of Raffles into a conventional do- gooder with far less emphasis upon the thrill- seeker and the consequent watering down of just about all the play's well- known incidents.
Fortunately, the personable Peters does an excellent job as Raffles. What's more, he looks the part. However, it's the pretty but rather lackluster Miss Du.
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Pont who supplies what little wit the screenplay possesses. Peters smiles a lot but he doesn't do or "say" anything particularly amusing. The other players are at best little more than competent. Hedda Hopper is almost as hammy as Christine Mayo in the previous version, while Esmelton, Long, Hall and company are easily outclassed by the actors in the 1. And would you believe the budget also is less? The 1. 91. 7 movie was hardly a top- rating item, but the negative cost of this version looks well below a typical 1. Producers Releasing Corp entry.
As for Mr Baggot, he is a staunch supporter of the bolt- the- camera- to- the- floor school of film- making. The camera did not move once. Not one inch! True, the sub- titles are deftly integrated and his handling is smoother and far less conspicuous than that of Mr Irving, but personally I found Mr Irving's often startling incompetence far more exciting than Baggot's dull yet consistently dreary professionalism. All told, despite the welcome charisma of House Peters in the title role, this is a rather disappointing version.
The Amateur Cracksman/The Ides of March. IT was about 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. Yet he arched his eyebrows as though I had dragged him from his bed."Forgotten something?" said he, when he saw me on his mat."No," said I, pushing past him without ceremony.
And I led the way into his room with an impudence amazing to myself."Not come back for your revenge, have you? Because I'm afraid I can't give it you single- handed. I was sorry myself that the others——"We were face to face by his fireside, and I cut him short."Raffles," said I, "you may well be surprised at my coming back in this way and at this hour. I hardly know you. I was never in your rooms before to- night. But I fagged for you at school, and you said you remembered me. Of course that's no excuse; but will you listen to me—for two minutes?"In my emotion I had at first to struggle for every word; but his face reassured me as I went on, and I was not mistaken in its expression."Certainly, my dear man," said he; "as many minutes as you like.
Have a Sullivan and sit down." And he handed me his silver cigarette- case."No," said I, finding a full voice as I shook my head; "no, I won't smoke, and I won't sit down, thank you. Nor will you ask me to do either when you've heard what I have to say.""Really?" said he, lighting his own cigarette with one clear blue eye upon me.
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How do you know?""Because you'll probably show me the door," I cried bitterly; "and you'll be justified in doing it! But it's no use beating about the bush. You know I dropped over two hundred just now?"He nodded."I hadn't the money in my pocket.""I remember.""But I had my cheque- book, and I wrote each of you a cheque at that desk.""Well?""Not one of them was worth the paper it was written on, Raffles.
I am overdrawn already at my bank!""Surely only for the moment?""No. I have spent everything.""But somebody told me you were so well off. I heard you had come in for money?""So I did. Three years ago. It has been my curse; now it's all gone—every penny! Yes, I've been a fool; there never was nor will be such a fool as I've been.
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Isn't this enough for you? Why don't you turn me out?" He was walking up and down with a very long face instead."Couldn't your people do anything?" he asked at length."Thank God," I cried, "I have no people! I was an only child. I came in for everything there was. My one comfort is that they're gone, and will never know."I cast myself into a chair and hid my face. Raffles continued to pace the rich carpet that was of a piece with everything else in his rooms.
There was no variation in his soft and even footfalls."You used to be a literary little cuss," he said at length; "didn't you edit the mag. Anyway I recollect fagging you to do my verses; and literature of all sorts is the very thing nowadays; any fool can make a living at it."I shook my head. Any fool couldn't write off my debts," said I."Then you have a flat somewhere?" he went on."Yes, in Mount Street.""Well, what about the furniture?"I laughed aloud in my misery. There's been a bill of sale on every stick for months!"And at that Raffles stood still, with raised eyebrows and stern eyes that I could meet the better now that he knew the worst; then, with a shrug, he resumed his walk, and for some minutes neither of us spoke. But in his handsome unmoved face I read my fate and death- warrant; and with every breath I cursed my folly and my cowardice in coming to him at all.
Because he had been kind to me at school, when he was captain of the eleven, and I his fag, I had dared to look for kindness from him now; because I was ruined, and he rich enough to play cricket all the summer, and do nothing for the rest of the year, I had fatuously counted on his mercy, his sympathy, his help! Yes, I had relied on him in my heart, for all my outward diffidence and humility; and I was rightly served. There was as little of mercy as of sympathy in that curling nostril, that rigid jaw, that cold blue eye which never glanced my way. I caught up my hat.
I blundered to my feet. I would have gone without a word; but Raffles stood between me and the door."Where are you going?" said he."That's my business," I replied. I won't trouble you any more.""Then how am I to help you?""I didn't ask your help.""Then why come to me?""Why, indeed!" I echoed. Will you let me pass?""Not until you tell me where you are going and what you mean to do.""Can't you guess?" I cried. And for many seconds we stood staring in each other's eyes."Have you got the pluck?" said he, breaking the spell in a tone so cynical that it brought my last drop of blood to the boil."You shall see," said I, as I stepped back and whipped the pistol from my overcoat pocket.
Now, will you let me pass or shall I do it here?"The barrel touched my temple, and my thumb the trigger. Mad with excitement as I was, ruined, dishonoured, and now finally determined to make an end of my mis- spent life, my only surprise to this day is that I did not do so then and there. The despicable satisfaction of involving another in one's destruction added its miserable appeal to my baser egoism; and had fear or horror flown to my companion's face, I shudder to think I might have died diabolically happy with that look for my last impious consolation. It was the look that came instead which held my hand. Neither fear nor horror were in it; only wonder, admiration, and such a measure of pleased expectancy as caused me after all to pocket my revolver with an oath."You devil!" I said.
I believe you wanted me to do it!""Not quite," was the reply, made with a little start, and a change of colour that came too late. To tell you the truth, though, I half thought you meant it, and I was never more fascinated in my life.
I never dreamt you had such stuff in you. Bunny! No, I'm hanged if I let you go now. And you'd better not try that game again, for you won't catch me stand and look on a second time. We must think of some way out of the mess. I had no idea you were a chap of that sort!
There, let me have the gun."One of his hands fell kindly on my shoulder, while the other slipped into my overcoat pocket, and I suffered him to deprive me of my weapon without a murmur. Nor was this simply because Raffles had the subtle power of making himself irresistible at will. He was beyond comparison the most masterful man whom I have ever known; yet my acquiescence was due to more than the mere subjection of the weaker nature to the stronger. The forlorn hope which had brought me to the Albany was turned as by magic into an almost staggering sense of safety. Raffles would help me after all! A. J. Raffles would be my friend! It was as though all the world had come round suddenly to my side; so far therefore from resisting his action, I caught and clasped his hand with a fervour as uncontrollable as the frenzy which had preceded it."God bless you!" I cried.
Forgive me for everything. I will tell you the truth. I did think you might help me in my extremity, though I well knew that I had no claim upon you. Still—for the old school's sake—the sake of old times—I thought you might give me another chance.