'Not much!' exclaimed Ravengar. 'I dropped on him like something out of the sky. It cost me some trouble to get in. I had a silly old housekeeper to dispose of.'
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. We were engaged!'
Hugo was startled for a moment; then he smiled bitterly and incredulously. It seemed too monstrous and absurd that Camilla should have betrothed herself to this forbidding, ugly, ageing, and terrible man.
'You were engaged? Never! Perhaps you aren't aware that she was engaged to Tudor?'
'I tell you we were engaged.'
'She accepted you?'