'How did you get here ?' 'A sort of magic,' said Robert carelessly.

The Captain fingered an Amulet that hung round his neck.
'What is this place ?' asked Cyril.
'Tyre, of course,' said the man.

Then he drew back and spoke in a low voice to one of the sailors.
'Now we shall know about your precious cream-jug fish,' said Cyril.
'But we never SAID come to Tyre,' said Jane.
'The Amulet heard us talking, I expect.

I think it's MOST obliging of it,' said Anthea.
'And the Amulet's here too,' said Robert.

'We ought to be able to find it in a little ship like this.