“Bring a light,” he commanded.
CHAPTER XI
THE CLOAK OF DARKNESS
“Here,” she said.
The Giant flashed it into the closet, yanked out the trunk, flashed the light in again, straight into Wendell’s face, as he crouched there half-covered by old clothes.
“He isn’t here,” said the Giant.
“No,” said his wife.
“He’s been in here, though,” declared the Giant, sniffing. “Strong smell of him.”
“Probably the man had him crawl in there to see if there was any leak in the connection,” suggested the Stepmother. “I hope he’ll come back and finish up soon. This place is a mess.”
What did it mean? They were looking straight at him. The light was shining full on him. Yet they didn’t see him, not any more than if he were invisible.