A Man of Means

by P. G. Wodehouse

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——. What I mean is——”

Maraquita's eyes seemed to shoot forth two flames.

“Take care,” she cried. “With me it is nothing, for I know that your heart is with Paranoya. But, if the others once had cause to suspect that your resolve was failing—ah! If Bombito——”