'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?'

Her eyes met his, and it was his that fell.

'I have no relations whatever with Ravengar, I assure you,' he said
gravely. 'But, by the dagger! I'll see this affair to the end.' 'By the
dagger' was a form of oath, meaningless yet terrible in sound, which
Hugo employed only on the greatest occasions. He turned sharply to the
window. 'Anything else, Shawn?'

'There was a gust of wind that shut the blessed window, sir. I couldn't
hear any more, so I came to report.'

'Go to the front entrance of the flat instantly,' Hugo ordered him. 'I
will watch the balcony.'

'Yes, sir.'

Camilla was crouching in the embrasure of the window. Her body seemed to
shake.

'There is nothing to fear,' Hugo soothed her. 'Stay here till I return.'
And he snatched up the revolver.