Meanwhile, back at the old house, the Blemishes and George, after a fruitless search for Toffee, had returned to Marc's chair. The Blemishes had fallen into a mood of dark contemplation, while George had returned to his scaffolding and his day dreams. Then suddenly Cecil broke the stillness with a snap of his fingers.
"I'll bet I know!" the little man said. "Hey, George!"
George roused himself. "Yeah?" he said.
"You say you hit Mr. Pillsworth and the girl disappeared? Just vanished?"
"Uh-huh," George nodded. "So help me, that's what happened."
"Then that's it!" Cecil cried. "I've read about it, but this is the first time I've seen it!"
"What's that?" Gerald asked.
"The girl is a thought creation! She isn't real!" He turned to Marc. "That's true, isn't it, Pillsworth?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Marc said.