What we have here is a set of short-stories featuring Raffles Holmes, son of Sherlock the detective, and grandson, on his mother’s side, of Raffles the jewel-thief. This has potential, wouldn’t you say? Executed well it could have been interesting, or parodic, or an interesting parody.
The snag is, I don’t think Bangs executed it well. In fact, I doubt Bangs had read either Doyle or Hornung, or considered how this chap would fit into a story, before starting. And then, too, I don’t think my sense of humour quite accords with his.
What we get, then, are three stories that don’t work, one of which – a double act of sacrilege – features both Holmes and Raffles. Holmes isn’t very Holmesian, Raffles unraffles-like. I nearly stopped reading.
But then Bangs seems to have actually thought about what he was doing, considered the characteristics of someone with the instincts of both thief and detective – I refuse to say Holmes and Raffles – and written some light stories that do actually work, featuring the conflict between the two. He produced someone with, so to speak, an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other. That conflict provides the opportunity for tension and humour – because Raffles Holmes is otherwise Lupin-like superpowered – that gives the things some content. Some of the later stories are very nearly good. They’re still a bit thinner than I’d like, but they’ll do.
On balance, then, an uneven three.
And now I’m off to read some proper Raffles.