On such occasions as this, it was always the custom of the Wizard to put on a display of his magic. Tonight he did not. In fact the Little Wizard seemed silent and worried throughout the dinner.
As the guests began to leave the table, the Wizard approached Ozma unhappily. "I can't imagine what Conjo did with my Black Bag of Magic Tools," he said. "We should have questioned him before you sent him back to the Isle of Conjo."
Ozma shook her head. "That would have done no good. Conjo lost all memory of his former actions when he drank of the waters of the Fountain of Oblivion."
The only others remaining around the table now were Dorothy, Shaggy, Twink, Tom, and the beaver King.
"Did you look in the Magic Picture to see where Conjo might have hidden the Black Bag?" Ozma asked.
"No," said the Wizard, "we were so excited and things happened so swiftly that we never thought of the Magic Picture."
"Then let us consult the picture immediately," said Ozma.