“The affair is progressing splendidly.”
“So?”
“In two weeks everything will be completed. Your swollen, scattered wealth, in which one can be lost as in a wood, will be transformed into a clear, concise and exact sack of gold...to be more correct—into a mountain. Do you know the exact estimate of your money, Wondergood?”
“Oh, don’t, Magnus. I don’t want to know it. Moreover, it’s your money.”
Magnus looked at me quickly and said sharply:
“No, it’s yours.”
I shrugged my shoulders. I did not want to argue. It was so quiet and I so enjoyed watching this strong man silently pacing to and fro. I still remembered his motionless, stern back, behind which I could clearly see his heart. He continued, after a pause:
“Do you know, Wondergood, that the Cardinal has been here?”
“The old monkey? Yes, I know. What did he want?”
“The same thing. He wanted to see you but I did not feel like taking you away from your thoughts.”