Again I see him, leaning back in one of the luxurious chairs with which his room was furnished. I see his indolent, athletic figure; his pale, sharp, clean-shaven features; his curly black hair; his strong, unscrupulous mouth. And again I feel the clear beam of his wonderful eye, cold and luminous as a star, shining into my brain—sifting the very secrets of my heart.
More like Oh No, He’s Hot: A Memoir.
Toward the end of the series, Bunny mentions how he went to some effort to snag a copy of a photograph of Raffles he found in the police archives. He says it wasn’t even a great photograph, but it had the ‘beloved handsome angles.’
