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But instead of going into the next room, young Powitt ran off. Then Mr. Ravengar perceived me on the floor. My first words to him when I recovered consciousness were: "Why did you hang him up again, Mr. Ravengar?" He was staggered. He actually tried to justify himself, and said it was best for the old man the old man had wanted to die, and so on. Mr.
I should explain that I was dabbling in finance just then, fairly successfully, and had transactions with Ravengar. He didn't know that I was the son of the man who had taken his stepmother away from his father, and I never told him I had changed my name, because the scandals attached to it by Ravengar and his father had made things very unpleasant for any bearer of that name.
Ravengar was extremely sympathetic, and offered me a situation in his office. I took it. I became his secretary. He was always very polite and considerate to me, except sometimes when he got angry with everybody, including me. He couldn't help being rude then. He had an old clerk named Powitt, who sat in the outer office, and seemed to do nothing.
The interview with Louis Ravengar had left him less perturbed than might be imagined at any rate, as regards Ravengar's own share in what had occurred and what was to occur. He was inclined to leave Ravengar out of the account, and to put the greater part of his hysterical appeals and threats down to the effect of a sleepless and highly unusual night.
'What? demanded Hugo, turning to her and ignoring Shawn. 'It was Louis Ravengar whom I saw hiding behind the door. I felt all the time that it was he! And she put her hands to her face. 'Ravengar! He was astounded to hear that name. What had she, what had Tudor, to do with Ravengar? 'That was why I thought you were in the plot, Mr. Hugo, she added. 'Me? Why? 'Can you ask?
You are right in saying that there is no reason why I should live. I am only a curse to the world. But you are wrong to scorn me when you kill me. You ought to pity me. Did I choose my temperament, my individuality? As I am, so I was born, and from his character no man can escape. And he sat down, and Hugo sat down. 'When is it to be? Ravengar questioned.
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.
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.
'Not that variety of joke. 'The appreciation of humour was never your strong point. Something in Hugo's manner made Ravengar spring forward; then he checked himself. 'Owen, he entreated, 'don't let's quarrel again. I beg you to help me. Help me, and I'll promise never to interfere with you in your business I'll swear it. 'Then it was you, after all, that instructed Polycarp?
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.
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