"Ask your husband," he said, with emphasis, and an appalling calmness. "And remember this night. You shall never forget it!"
Then he halted out of the room.
CHAPTER VII.
Hugh Ritson walked to the bare room opposite. The handle of the door did not turn in his hand. Drayton held it at the other side, and with head bent low he crouched there and listened.
"Who is it?" he whispered, when Hugh Ritson unlocked the door and pushed at it.
"Let me in," said Hugh, sullenly.
"Does he suspect?" whispered Drayton, when the door closed again. "Did he follow me? What are you going to do for a fellow? Damme, but I'll be enough for him!"
And Drayton groped in the dark room among the dead cinders on the hearth, and picked up the poker.
"You fool!" said Hugh, in a low voice. "Put that thing down."