Now, as it happened, none of the six Princes were engineers. They confessed as much.
“Cut up China, then!” said the voice, desperately.
“It’s like the ghost of a Tory newspaper,” said one of the Princes.
And then suddenly they knew that the voice came from one of the pair of globes which hung in frames at the end of the schoolroom. It was the terrestrial globe.
“I’m inside,” said the voice; “I can’t get out. Oh, cut the globe—anywhere—and let me out. But the African route is most convenient.”
Prince Primus opened up Africa with his sword, and out tumbled half a Professor of Magic.
“My other half’s in there,” he said, pointing to the Celestial globe. “Let my legs out, do——”
But Prince Secundus said, “Not so fast,” and Prince Tertius said, “Why were you shut up?”
“I was shut up for as pretty a bit of parlour-magic as ever you saw in all your born days,” said the top half of the Professor of Magic.
“Oh, you were, were you?” said Prince
