"Take them out again," came the order.
"Now," her friend continued, "listen. When you reach your destination, withdraw them from your reticule, place them wherever is most convenient, touch the letters again, beginning with the last, and say this time
"Three, two, one,
Journey's done,
and—all will be as you desire."
She smiled as she spoke.
"You may test it at once," she said. "Place them on the floor. Now——"
"Three, two, one,
Journey's done,"
repeated Clodagh, touching the letters, as she did so, "B," the last, first. Then she shut her eyes, and when she looked again—yes—there they were, the two neat capacious trunks, as before.
"Oh," she said, with a sigh of delight. "It is too good to be true! How can I thank you?"
But as she looked up, holding out her hands in gratitude, lo and behold—Cousin Felicity had vanished. Glancing round quickly, however, Clodagh fancied she saw a shadow of something disappearing at the turn in the passage. Whether this was so or not, who can say?