"I was holding it in trust for you," the Cha'n explained, "in
accordance with your Uncle Isadore's last wishes."
I blew a perfect smoke ring, let it float before my face for a perfect
moment, and then asked, "And suppose I had lost? Or won, as the case
may be?"
"I was to save it to try on your son, the gods permitting you have one."
"If necessary," I told him, "I'll try it on him myself, O Cha'n of the
Seven Planets and the Four Hundred Moons."
"Call me Charlie," he said.