"
"My blood!" gasped Roland.
The speaker bowed.
"That is all," he said. "We merely came to give the warning. Ah, Senor
Bleke, do not be rash. You think that here, in this great London of
yours, you are safe. You look at the policeman upon the corner of the
road, and you say to yourself 'I am safe.' Believe me, not at all so is
it, but much the opposite. We have ways by which it is of no account
the policeman on the corner of the road. That is all, Senor Bleke. We
wish you a good night."
The deputation withdrew.
Maraquita, informed of the incident, snapped her fingers, and said
"Poof!" It sometimes struck Roland that she would be more real help in
a difficult situation if she could get out of the habit of saying
"Poof!"
"It is nothing," she said.
"No?" said Roland.
"We easily out-trick them, isn't it? You make a will leaving your money
to the Cause, and then where are they, _hein_?"
It was one way of looking at it, but it brought little balm to Roland.
He said so. Maraquita scanned his face keenly.
"You are not weakening, Roland?" she said. "You would not betray us
now?"
"Well, of course, I don't know about betraying, you know, but still----.
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