Polycarp was in evening dress, and carried a pair of white gloves.  Hugo decidedly admired the old dandy as he stood there gazing up so condescendingly at the man with the candle.

‘Look here!’ said the man with the candle.  ’Let me pass.  I don’t want any fuss.  I want to go.  There’s more in this flat than I bargained for.  Let me pass.’

‘Give me that revolver,’ Polycarp smoothly demanded.

‘Curse it!’ cried the man.  ’I’ll give it you!  Hands up, you old fool!  Do you think I’m here for fun?’

And he raised the revolver.

‘I shall not put my hands up.’

‘I’ll count five,’ said the man grimly, ‘and if you don’t—­’

‘Count.’

‘One!... two!... three!  Can’t you see I mean it?’

Hugo perceived plainly the murderous, wild look on the man’s face.  He knew what it was to feel murderous.  He knew that in a fit of homicide all considerations of prudence, all care for the future, vanish away, that the mind is utterly monopolized by the obsession of the one single desire.

Polycarp disdainfully sneered: 

‘Four!’

Hugo could withstand the strain no more.  He bounded out from his concealment, and snatched the revolver from the man’s hand.

‘I forgot you,’ growled the man, glancing at him, disgusted.

And so saying he dashed the candle in Polycarp’s face and knocked him violently against Hugo.  Both Hugo and Polycarp fell to the ground.  The man made a leap for the door, and in a second had fled, banging it after him.  Hugo and Polycarp rose with stiff movements.  Hugo picked up his lamp, and the two confronted each other.  It was a highly delicate situation.

‘Your life is, at any rate, saved,’ said Hugo at length.

‘You think it was in danger?’

Polycarp’s lip curled.

‘I think so.’

‘Possibly you foresaw the danger I ran,’ Polycarp remarked with frigid irony, ’and came into the flat with the intention of protecting me.  May I ask how you came in?’

‘I came in through the drawing-room window,’ said Hugo.  ’I did not interfere with your seals, however,’ he added.

‘You know you are guilty of a criminal offence?’

‘I know it.’

’And that I, as executor of the late Francis Tudor, have a duty which I must perform, no matter how unpleasant both for you and for me?’

‘Just so.’

’What are you doing here?  Do you think your conduct is worthy of a gentleman?’

Hugo put the candle down on a table, and dug his hands into his pockets.

‘At this moment,’ said he, ’I am not a gentleman.  I am just a man.  Nothing else.  I will appeal to you as another man.  I need hardly say that I have no connection with the opposition firm; I was entirely ignorant of the presence of Hawke’s mission here when I broke into the flat.  I had no notion that Ravengar was pursuing investigations similar to mine.  Mr. Polycarp, Ravengar is, or was, a client of yours—­’