They went as one has to go when the magic impulse drives
one against their better judgement, against their wills almost.
And the nearer they came to the Temple of Flora, in the golden
hush of the afternoon, the more certain each was that they could
not possibly have done otherwise.
And this explains exactly how it was that when Gerald and Jimmy,
holding hands in the darkness of the passage, uttered their first
concerted yell, "just for the lark of the thing", that yell was
instantly answered from outside.
A crack of light showed in that part of the passage where they had
least expected the door to be. The stone door itself swung slowly
open, and they were out of it, in the Temple of Flora, blinking in
the good daylight, an unresisting prey to Kathleen's embraces and
the questionings of Mabel.
"And you left that Ugly-Wugly loose in London," Mabel pointed
out; "you might have wished it to be with you, too."
"It's all right where it is," said Gerald. "I couldn't think of
everything. And besides, no, thank you! Now we'll go home and
seal up the ring in an envelope."
"I haven't done anything with the ring yet," said Kathleen.
"I shouldn't think you'd want to when you see the sort of things it
does with you," said Gerald.
"It wouldn't do things like that if I was wishing with it," Kathleen
protested,
"Look here," said Mabel, "let's just put it back in the treasure-room
and have done with it.
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