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She was supposed to be dead, and if her life was to be saved from Ravengar's vengeance, she just had to continue to be dead at any rate, as regards England. So she couldn't go back to England. Now I must explain that my friend Tudor hadn't left her with much money. 'That was careless. 'It was, Darcy admitted. 'Still, he naturally relied on me in case of necessity. And quite rightly.
'By-and-by I learnt that they were in serious difficulties. Young Powitt was married, but his wife left him I believe he had taken to drink. There was a glass partition between my room and Mr. Ravengar's ground glass at the bottom, clear glass at the top.
He knew that Ravengar's suspicions were without foundation, utterly wrong-headed; and yet those statements of his enemy had unsettled him. They had not unsettled the belief of his intelligence, but they had unsettled his soul's peace.
Again Hugo sprang forward, and, snatching at the watch, tore it and the chain from Ravengar's waistcoat, dashed them to the floor, and stamped on them. He was amazed, and he was also delighted, at his own fury. The lust of destruction had got hold of him. 'Ass! he murmured, suddenly lowering his voice. 'Can't you guess what I mean to do? 'I cannot, Ravengar stammered.
Ever since he had learnt from Ravengar that Tudor had been ignorant of Ravengar's presence in the flat, and that Ravengar had had to 'dispose of' the housekeeper, a horrid suspicion had lurked at the back of his mind, and now this suspicion sprang out upon his hopes of Camilla's arrival, and fairly strangled them.
What was I saying? Oh! She didn't make a tremendous impression on me at the moment, but I thought of her afterwards. I thought of her a good deal in a quiet way after I had left her so much so that I made a special journey to Ravengar's a few days afterwards, when there was no real need for me to go, in order to have a look at her face again.
'Yes, the deuce I have! And here it is. Simon took a photographic print from his pocket, showing the lady's hand and part of the receipt, very blurred and faint, with some hieroglyphic figures mistily appearing. 'Looks like 6,706, said Albert. 'It's either 6,706 or 6,766, Simon concurred. 'Now, Ravengar's receipt must be numbered next to hers.
He understood now, understood too clearly, the meanings of Ravengar's strange utterances on the telephone. The man had determined to commit suicide, and he had chosen a way which was calculated with the most appalling ingenuity to ruin, if anything would ruin, Hugo's peace of mind for years to come perhaps for ever. For the world, Ravengar was drowned.
Here lay the repository of Ravengar's secrets, the grave of Hugo's happiness, the dead mate of Tudor's desire. Here lay the eternal woman, symbol of all beauty and all charm, victimized by her own loveliness.
Ravengar's eyes, so fiendish and so ineffably sad, melted his spine. Ravengar stepped forward and Hugo stepped back. 'Let me pass, said Ravengar, in the tone of one who has suffered much and does not mean to suffer much more. And Hugo let him pass, inexplicably, weakly; and at the end of a narrow path he merged into the vague, general darkness.
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