'In the bonds of honour and upright dealing,' said Anthea.

'I'm afraid I don't quite follow you,' said the gentleman, with
gentle nervousness.

'Well, it's this way,' said Cyril. 'We've got part of a charm.
And the Sammy--I mean, something told us it would work, though
it's only half a one; but it won't work unless we can say the
name that's on it. But, of course, if you've got another name
that can lick ours, our charm will be no go; so we want you to
give us your word of honour as a gentleman--though I'm sure, now
I've seen you, that it's not necessary; but still I've promised
to ask you, so we must. Will you please give us your honourable
word not to say any name stronger than the name on our charm?'

The gentleman had put on his spectacles again and was looking at
Cyril through them. He now said: 'Bless me!' more than once,
adding, 'Who told you all this?'

'I can't tell you,' said Cyril. 'I'm very sorry, but I can't.'

Some faint memory of a far-off childhood must have come to the
learned gentleman just then, for he smiled. 'I see,' he said.
'It is some sort of game that you are engaged in? Of course!
Yes! Well, I will certainly promise. Yet I wonder how you heard
of the names of power?'

'We can't tell you that either,' said Cyril; and Anthea said,
'Here is our charm,' and held it out.