Magical Wishes by Isaac Asimov; Martin H. Greenberg; Charles G. Waugh

Author:Isaac Asimov; Martin H. Greenberg; Charles G. Waugh
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Fantasy, Fantastic Fiction, Fiction, Science Fiction, American, General, Short Stories
ISBN: 9780451145758
Publisher: New American Library
Published: 1986-10-31T05:00:00+00:00

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The butler peered palely from the pantry.

Mr- Blair rushed into the hail, dug his heel into the carpet to brake himself, heard breathing in the library, and veered that way.

Someone was breathing. It was Mrs. McGurk. "Seen them?"

She shook her head. "They're in the house. They haven't left it." Her woebegone face brightened a little. "How about giving me a hand?" suggested Mr. Blair. "Otherwise we can run circles in this squirrel cage for days."

"I want to talk to George," she quavered.

"Good. Fine." Mr. Blair's legs had temporarily given over to the jurisdiction of his wise old brain. Now he remembered to pick up the Flask and shove it into his pocket. He said. "You come and stand where you can watch the front door and UK stairs while 1 go around again."

Mrs- McGurk nodded- But she was full of suspicion. That was George's flask! She knew it. Had she not polished it with her own two hands? Who was this odd-looking young man?

And what right had he to put George's property into his pocket?

When he had gone ahead, through the music room, then quietly, before she followed, Mrs. McGurk took up the Lamp.

She knew its value. George should not lose it' Not while his Constance lived! Yes, it was his, and she would defend it!

One day he would thank her devotion for (his!

When George and Kathy eased into the library, it was too late. The Lamp had gone! George sucked a tooth. His collection was sure getting scattered, and it wouldn't do. He had a dreadful sinking feeling, a foreboding. This was just going to lead to all kinds of trouble. He bundled into the carpet bag all of the magic objects that remained.

Kathy whimpered. George said, "Honey, this is just awful! But 1 can't take you outside with those thugs hanging around." They had reached me hall's elbow again.

"Can't we try upstairs?"

George said, "Upstairs is a dead end, Kathy. You put on the Cloak. Slip out. . ."

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"I want to stay with you."

"But—uh—they might shoot!"

"Then you must wear the Cloak!"

"No, because if they should grab you, I'd I'd

I'd

Kathy pulled herself together. "Why don't 1 just face Mr.

Blair?" Her pretty mouth grew firm. "I've been silly . . .

yes, I've been silly."

"Honey . . ." George ached to protect her. "There must be a way out of this, if ! had the sense. . . i wish," he murmured unhappily, "a little bird would tell me how 1 could get out of here."

"On the Flying Carpet." said the white cockatoo tartly.

"Eh? What's that?" said George.

He was wearing the Ring. He had slipped it on his finger.

long ago. At his words, of course, the stone m the Ring had become quite clear and shining. George wasn't noticing, however. He was gazing, astonished, at the cockatoo, and the cockatoo stared back insolently, as if to say. "You dope!

You shouda thought of that!"

"George!" Kathy was jolted out of her nervous reaction.

"The Ring! Oh, give me that Ring!"

"Wha... ?"

"Quick! 1 can't expl—oh, quick, before you say another word!"

George gave it to her.

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