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Roland took her point. He had forgotten Bombito for the moment.

โ€œFor goodness' sake,โ€ he said hastily, โ€œdon't go saying anything to Bombito to give him the idea that I'm trying to back out. Of course you can rely on me, and all that. That's all right.โ€

Maraquita's gaze softened. She raised her glassโ€”they were lunching at the timeโ€”and put it to her lips.

โ€œTo the Savior of Paranoya!โ€ she said.

โ€œBeware!โ€ whispered a voice in Roland's ear.

He turned with a start. A waiter was standing behind him, a small, dark, hairy man. He was looking into the middle distance with the abstracted air which waiters cultivate.

Roland stared at him, but he did not move.

That evening, returning to his flat, Roland was paralyzed by the sight of the word โ€œBewareโ€ scrawled across the mirror in his bedroom. It had apparently been done with a diamond. He rang the bell.

โ€œSir?โ€ said the competent valet. (โ€œCompetent valets are in attendance at each of these flats.โ€โ€”Advt.)

โ€œHas any one been here since I left?โ€

โ€œYes, sir. A foreign-looking gentleman called. He said he knew you, sir. I showed him into your room.โ€

The same night, well on in the small hours, the telephone rang. Roland dragged himself out of bed.

โ€œHullo?โ€

โ€œIs that Senor Bleke?โ€

โ€œYes. What is it?โ€

โ€œBeware!โ€

Things were becoming intolerable. Roland had a certain amount of nerve, but not enough to enable him to bear up against this sinister persecution. Yet what could he do? Suppose he did beware to the extent of withdrawing his support from the royalist movement, what then? Bombito. If ever there was a toad under the harrow, he was that toad. And all because a perfectly respectful admiration for the caoutchouc had led him to occupy a stage-box several nights in succession at the theater where the peerless Maraquita tied herself into knots.

There was an air of unusual excitement in Maraquita's manner at their next meeting.

โ€œWe have been in communication with Him,โ€ she whispered. โ€œHe will receive you. He will give an audience to the Savior of Paranoya.โ€

โ€œEh? Who will?โ€

โ€œOur beloved Alejandro. He wishes to see his faithful servant. We are to go to him at once.โ€

โ€œWhere?โ€

โ€œAt his own house. He will receive you in person.โ€

Such was the quality of the emotions through which he had been passing of late, that Roland felt but a faint interest at the prospect of meeting face to face a genuineโ€”if exiledโ€”monarch. The thought did flit through his mind that they would sit up a bit in old Fineberg's office if they could hear of it, but it brought him little consolation.

The cab drew up at a gloomy-looking house in a fashionable square. Roland rang the door-bell. There seemed a certain element of the prosaic in the action. He wondered what he should say to the butler.

There was, however, no need for words. The door opened, and they were ushered in without parley. A butler and two footmen showed them into a luxuriously furnished anteroom. Roland entered with two thoughts running in his mind. The first was that the beloved Alejandro had got an uncommonly snug crib; the second that this was exactly like going to see the dentist.

Presently the squad of retainers returned, the butler leading.

โ€œHis Majesty will receive Mr. Bleke.โ€

Roland followed him with tottering knees.

His Majesty, King Alejandro the Thirteenth, on the retired list, was a genial-looking man of middle age, comfortably stout about the middle and a little bald as to the forehead. He might have been a prosperous stock-broker. Roland felt more at his ease at the very sight of him.

โ€œSit down, Mr. Bleke,โ€ said His Majesty, as the door closed. โ€œI have been wanting to see you for some time.โ€

Roland had nothing to say. He was regaining his composure, but he had a long way to go yet before he could feel thoroughly at home.

King Alejandro produced a cigaret-case, and offered it to Roland, who shook his head speechlessly. The King lit a cigaret and smoked thoughtfully for a while.

โ€œYou know, Mr. Bleke,โ€ he said at last, โ€œthis must stop. It really must. I mean your devoted efforts on my behalf.โ€

Roland gaped at him.

โ€œYou are a very young man. I had expected to see some one much older. Your youth gives me the impression that you have gone into this affair from a spirit of adventure. I can assure you that you have nothing to gain commercially by interfering with my late kingdom. I hope, before we part, that I can persuade you to abandon your idea of financing this movement to restore me to the throne.

โ€œI don't understandโ€”erโ€”your majesty.โ€

โ€œI will explain. Please treat what I shall say as strictly confidential. You must know, Mr. Bleke, that these attempts to re-establish me as a reigning monarch in Paranoya are, frankly, the curse of an otherwise very pleasant existence. You look surprized? My dear sir, do you know Paranoya? Have you ever been there? Have you the remotest idea what sort of life a King of Paranoya leads? I have tried it, and I can assure you that a coal-heaver is happy by comparison. In the first place, the climate of the country is abominable. I always had a cold in the head. Secondly, there is a small but energetic section of the populace whose sole recreation it seems to be to use their monarch as a target for bombs. They are not very good bombs, it is true, but one in, say, ten explodes, and even an occasional bomb is unpleasant if you are the target.

โ€œFinally, I am much too fond of your delightful country to wish to leave it. I was educated in Englandโ€”I am a Magdalene College manโ€”and I have the greatest horror of ever being compelled to leave it. My present life suits me exactly. That is all I wished to say, Mr. Bleke. For both our sakes, for the sake of my comfort and your purse, abandon this scheme of yours.โ€

Roland walked home thoughtfully. Maraquita had left the royal residence long before he had finished the whisky-and-soda which the genial monarch had pressed upon him. As he walked, the futility of his situation came home to him more and more. Whatever he did, he was bound to displease somebody; and these Paranoyans were so confoundedly impulsive when they were vexed.

For two days he avoided Maraquita. On the third, with something of the instinct which draws the murderer to the spot where he has buried the

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