“There will be a future,” said Cyril, driven to greater clearness by the blank faces of the other three, “there will be a time _after_ we’ve found it. Let’s go into _that_ time—and then we shall remember _how_ we found it. And then we can go back and do the finding really.” “I see,” said Robert, and this time he did, and I hope _you_ do. “Yes,” said Anthea. “Oh, Squirrel, how clever of you!” “But will the Amulet work both ways?” inquired Robert. “It ought to,” said Cyril, “if time’s only a thingummy of whatsitsname. Anyway we might try.” “Let’s put on our best things, then,” urged Jane. “You know what people say about progress and the world growing better and brighter. I expect people will be awfully smart in the future.” “All right,” said Anthea, “we should have to wash anyway, I’m all thick with glue.” When everyone was clean and dressed, the charm was held up. “We want to go into the future and see the Amulet after we’ve found it,” said Cyril, and Jane said the word of Power. They walked through the big arch of the charm straight into the British Museum. They knew it at once, and there, right in front of them, under a glass case, was the Amulet—their own half of it, as well as the other half they had never been able to find—and the two were joined by a pin of red stone that formed a hinge. “Oh, glorious!” cried Robert. “Here it is!” “Yes,” said Cyril, very gloomily, “here it is. But we can’t get it out.” “No,” said Robert, remembering how impossible the Queen of Babylon had found it to get anything out of the glass cases in the Museum—except by Psammead magic, and then she hadn’t been able to take anything away with her; “no—but we remember where we got it, and we can—” “Oh, _do_ we?” interrupted Cyril bitterly, “do _you_ remember where we got it?” “No,” said Robert, “I don’t exactly, now I come to think of it.” Nor did any of the others! “But _why_ can’t we?” said Jane. “Oh, _I_ don’t know,” Cyril’s tone was impatient, “some silly old enchanted rule I suppose. I wish people would teach you magic at school like they do sums—or instead of. It would be some use having an Amulet then.” “I wonder how far we are in the future,” said Anthea; the Museum looks just the same, only lighter and brighter, somehow.” “Let’s go back and try the Past again,” said Robert. “Perhaps the Museum people could tell us how we got it,” said Anthea with sudden hope. There was no one in the room, but in the next gallery, where the Assyrian things are and still were, they found a kind, stout man in a loose, blue gown, and stockinged legs. “Oh, they’ve got a new uniform, how pretty!” said Jane. When they asked him their question he showed them a label on the case. It said, “From the collection of—.” A name followed, and it was the name of the learned gentleman who, among themselves, and to his face when he had been with them at the other side of the Amulet, they had called Jimmy. “_That’s_ not much good,” said Cyril, “thank you.”