Now the magician seemed puzzled.
“Not to what?”
“Not to look for it. We weren’t told what it was we weren’t to look for. The voice came from the trees,” Judy told him.
“The trees on your place?” he asked.
They had reached their destination, but the conversation held them as they started walking toward the ruined mansion.
“Yes,” Judy replied. “I thought maybe you could throw your voice or something. Were you ever there?”
“I can’t say that I’ve had the pleasure,” he replied. “The children were talking among themselves about having a magic show in some barn or other, but I don’t remember throwing my voice for them. And we were near no barn. Mr. Brown offered his home for the magic show, because it does have a large recreation room. I told him I would need a stage and he promised to build one. Some of my tricks are rather elaborate. They need props. But everything is there.”
“Then it is just an ordinary magic show. Nothing unusual?”
“I hope,” he replied, and Judy was sure he and Peter exchanged a glance, “there will be something very unusual. Something very unusual indeed!”
