'Goodbye.
Take care of yourself.' The door was banged, and the visitor came smiling down the stairs--a stout, prosperous, big man.

The children had to get up to let him pass.
'Hullo, Kiddies,' he said, glancing at the bandages on the head of Cyril and the hand of Robert, 'been in the wars ?' 'It's all right,' said Cyril.

'I say, what was that Atlantic place you wanted him to go to?
We couldn't help hearing you talk.' 'You talk so VERY loud, you see,' said Jane soothingly.
'Atlantis,' said the visitor, 'the lost Atlantis, garden of the Hesperides.

Great continent--disappeared in the sea.

You can read about it in Plato.' 'Thank you,' said Cyril doubtfully.
'Were there any Amulets there ?' asked Anthea, made anxious by a sudden thought.
'Hundreds, I should think.