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Well, the day I called specially with a view to seeing her she was not there. She had left Ravengar's employment, and disappeared. Ravengar seemed to be rather perturbed about it. But perhaps he was perturbed about the suicide which had recently taken place in his office. I felt it I mean I felt her disappearance.
Powitt had just brains enough to gamble, and he gambled in the shares of Mr. Ravengar's companies. I know he lost money, because he used to confide in me and grumble at Mr. Ravengar for not giving him proper tips. Mr. Ravengar simply sneered at him he was very hard.
Hugo told Darcy the history of the night in the cemetery, and what preceded, and what came after it, including the strange death of Ravengar in a lunatic asylum, and how everything was explained or explicable even Mr. Brown, the manager of the Safe Deposit, had run up against justice in Caracas save and except the identity of Ravengar's accomplice during the last days.
Camilla, then, had really died of typhoid fever on her honeymoon, and hence Ravengar had not murderously compassed her death. And people did die of typhoid fever, and people did die on their honeymoons. Either Ravengar's threats had been idle, or Fate had mercifully robbed him of the opportunity to execute them.
I knew him, and I knew that he meant it. He argued that Mr. Ravengar's financial operations had ruined thousands of people, including his brother and himself. 'But the inquest on old Powitt I seem to remember about it. Why didn't you give evidence? 'Because I was ill with brain-fever. When I recovered, all was finished. What was I to do? I warned Mr. Ravengar that young Powitt meant to kill him.
Hugo's heart fell. 'Great heavens! he sighed. 'Why? What's the matter? 'Nothing. But tell me what you wanted to get into the flat for at all. What is there between you and Tudor? 'Man! he's taken Camilla from me! The accents of rage and despair were in Ravengar's voice as he uttered these words. 'He's taken her from me! She was my typewriter, you know. I fell in love with her.
Tudor had taken a villa at Mustapha Supérieure, the healthiest suburb of the town. After Tudor's sudden death I telegraphed to her to come back to me in Paris. I couldn't bring myself to wire that Tudor was dead. I only said he was ill. And at first she wouldn't come. She thought it was a ruse of Ravengar's. She thought Ravengar had discovered her hiding-place, and all sorts of things.
This question had presented itself to him as he sat in the dome listening to Ravengar's asseverations that Camilla lived. And the mere ridiculous, groundless suspicion that she lived, the mere fanciful dream that she lived, had quite changed and softened Hugo's mood.
Marks for good conduct are allowed, and each mark means so many days deducted from the term. 'I didn't know, said Camilla simply. 'How should I know a thing like that? 'I have no doubt that young Powitt is already free. And if he is 'You think that Mr. Ravengar's suicide may not have been a suicide? Hugo hesitated. 'Yes, he said, and lapsed into reflection. 'I shall see you home, he said.
'Even supposing Ravengar's alive, it's not very likely he'd venture here, of all places. 'Why not? Simon argued. 'Scarcely anybody knows Ravengar by sight. He's famous for keeping himself to himself. He's one of the least known celebrities in London. He'd be safe from recognition almost anywhere. Moreover, supposing he wanted to buy something peculiar? 'He might, Albert admitted.
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