She is so much more powerful than I that she may be able to discover the truth by means of my magic quicker and better than I could myself." "Hurry, then," said Dorothy, "for we've all gotten terr'bly worried." The Wizard rushed away to his rooms but presently came back with a long, sad face.

"It's gone!" he said.
"What's gone ?" asked Scraps.
"My black bag of magic tools.

Someone must have stolen it!" They looked at one another in amazement.
"This thing is getting desperate," continued the Wizard.

"All the magic that belongs to Ozma or to Glinda or to me has been stolen." "Do you suppose Ozma could have taken them, herself, for some purpose ?" asked Betsy.
"No indeed," declared the Wizard.

"I suspect some enemy has stolen Ozma and for fear we would follow and recapture her has taken all our magic away from us." "How dreadful!" cried Dorothy.