And their futility exasperated him. He
had decided to win Camilla, and therefore Camilla was as good as won!
Only, she had been married on the very morning of those boastful words
by license at a registry-office to Francis Tudor. The strange admixture
of orange-blossom and registry-office was not the only strange thing
about the wedding. It was clear, for example, that Tudor must have
arranged the preliminaries of the ceremony before the bride's consent
had been obtained--unless, indeed, Camilla had garbled the truth to Hugo
on the previous night; and Hugo did not believe this to be possible.
Albert Shawn had brought the news hour by hour to Hugo.
After the wedding, the pair drove to Mr. Tudor's flat, where Senior
Polycarp paid them a brief visit.
Then Hugo received by messenger a note from Tudor formally regretting
that his wife had left her employment without due notice, and enclosing
a cheque for the amount of a month's wages in lieu thereof.
And then Mr. and Mrs. Tudor had departed for Paris by the two-twenty
Folkstone-Boulogne service from Charing Cross. And the gorgeous flat was
shut up.
Albert Shawn had respectfully inquired whether there remained anything
else to be done in the affair, far more mysterious to Albert than it was
even to Hugo.
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