"
"I don't know what you mean," said Roland.
"Yes, Senor Bleke, you do know what I mean. I mean that you will be
well advised to abandon the schemes which you are hatching with the
malcontents who would do my beloved land an injury."
The conversation was growing awkward. Roland had got so into the habit
of taking it for granted that every Paranoyan he met must of necessity
be a devotee of the beloved Alejandro that it came as a shock to him to
realize that there were those who objected to his restoration to the
throne. Till now he had looked on the enemy as something in the
abstract. It had not struck him that the people for whose correction he
was buying all these rifles and machine-guns were individuals with a
lively distaste for having their blood shed.
"Senor Bleke," resumed the speaker, frowning at one of his companions
whose hand was hovering above the bottle of liqueur brandy, "you are a
man of sense. You know what is safe and what is not safe. Believe me,
this scheme of yours is not safe. You have been led away, but there is
still time to withdraw. Do so, and all is well. Do not so, and your
blood be upon your own head.
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