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?'
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.'