The recital was over. Tudor must have died immediately after
securing the record in the safe in his bedroom, where Hugo had just
listened to it.
'She lives!' was Hugo's sole thought.
The profound and pathetic tragedy of Tudor's career did not touch him
until long afterwards.
'She lives! Ravengar lives! Ravengar probably knows where she is, and I
do not know! And Ravengar is at large! I have set him at large.'
His mind a battlefield on which the most glorious hope struggled against
a frenzied fear, Hugo rose from the chair in front of the
phonograph-stand, and, after a slight hesitation, left the flat as he
had entered it. Before dawn the pane had been replaced in the
drawing-room window, and the side-door secured.
PART III
THE TOMB
CHAPTER XX
'ARE YOU THERE?'
The next morning Hugo's dreams seemed to be concerned chiefly with a
telephone, and the telephone-bell of his dreams made the dreams so noisy
that even while asleep he knew that his rest was being outrageously
disturbed. He tried to change the subject of his fantastic visions, but
he could not, and the telephone-bell rang nearly all the time. This was
the more annoying in that he had taken elaborate precautions to secure
perfect repose.
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