It was lying there just as you see it when the servant brought up his tea and his shaving-water the next morning, and found the room empty and the bed undisturbed." Cleek walked forward and picked up the belt.
"Humph! Unfastened!" he said as he took it up; and Miss Morrison, closing the door, went below and left them.

"Our wonderful wizard does not seem to have mastered the simple matter of making a man vanish out of the thing without first unfastening the buckle, it appears.

I should have thought he could have managed that, shouldn't you, Mr.Narkom, if he could have managed the business of making him melt into thin air?
Hur-r-r!" reflectively, as he turned the belt over and examined it.

"Not seen much use, apparently; the leather's quite new, and the inside quite unsoiled.

British manufactured brass, too, in the buckle.