kettle I have Mr. Change-About! Yes-he is a prisoner there!

And let me
tell you this, that if you dare to tie me up, I'll put you into the kettle,
too, with Mr. Change-About!"
From the kettle came a small, squealing voice: "Set me free, Enchanter,
set me free! Oh, do set me free!"
The enchanter turned quite pale. He knew it was Mr. Change-About's
voice.
"Er-er-this is most peculiar," he said. "How did you capture Mr.
Change-About? He is a very powerful person, and a great friend of
mine."
"Oh, I'm not going to tell you what magic I used," said Moon-Face
boldly. "Now -are you going to let us go- or shall I put you into this
kettle, too?"
"I'll let you go," said the enchanter, and he waved them all towards a
door at the end of the room, "You may leave at once."
Everyone rushed to the door gladly. They all ran through it, expecting
to come out into the sunshine.
But, alas for them! The enchanter had played them a trick! They found
themselves going up many hundreds of stairs, up and up and up -and
when they came to the top there was nothing but a round room with one
small window! A bench stood at one end and a table at the other.
The enchanter's voice floated up to them.
"Ho! ho! I've got you nicely! Now I'm going to get my friend, Wizard
Wily, and he'll soon tell me how to deal with robbers like you!"
"We are in a trap!" groaned Jo. "Moon-Face, you were very clever and
very brave. But honestly, we are worse off than ever. I simply don't see
any way out of this at all!"
8. How Can They Escape?
Moon-Face looked all round the room at the top of the tower. "Well,
we're in a nice fix now," he said gloomily. "It's no use going down the
stairs again -we shall find the door at the bottom locked. And what's
the good of a window that is half a mile from the ground!"
Jo looked out of the window. "Gracious!" he said, "the tower is awfully
tall! I can hardly see the bottom of it. Hallo -there's the enchanter
going off in his carriage. I suppose he is going to fetch his friend, dear
Wizard Wily."
"I don't like the sound of Wizard Wily," said Silky. "Jo-Dick-Moon-
Face-please, please think of some way to escape!"
But there just simply WASN'T any way. No one wanted to jump out of
the window.
They all sat down. "I'm dreadfully hungry," said Bessie. "Has anyone
got anything to eat?"
"I may� have� got� some� Pop� Biscuits," said
Moon-Face, feeling in his pockets. But he hadn't. "Feel in your pockets,
Jo and Dick."
Both boys felt, hoping to find a bit of toffee or half a biscuit. Dick
brought out a collection of string, bits of paper, a pencil and a few
marbles. Jo took out much the same kind of things -but with his rubbish
came a pink jar, very small and heavy.