“Not at all. Simply another use for my money. Protection money so I don’t have to spend the rest of my life worrying about you sticking pins in my image.”

“How did you find out about that?” I asked startled.

He gave me a really terrible look. “What?” he roared. “This is the last straw,” he thundered. “Out, out, OUT!” He had risen large and looming, filling the room with his fury, pointing a chubby finger theatrically towards the drawing-room doors. And I jumped up cringing, little Eva turned out into the storm.