Finally read E. W. Hornung's Raffles books. I kept hearing about it for ages, of course, but always thought it's just something between Holmes and Poirot, never expected it would be so -
"It was Raffles I loved. It was not the dark life we led together, still less its base rewards; it was the man himself, his gayety, his humor, his dazzling audacity, his incomparable courage and resource. "
Bunny is so gone. Also, the fact that it's written by Doyle's brother-in-law somehow makes it even better.
