And when they had had their own tea they took him some.

He did not like the tea at all, but he liked the bread and butter, and cake that went with it.
They took it in turns to sit with him during the evening, and left him fairly happy and quite settled for the night.
But when they went up in the morning with a kipper, a quarter of which each of them had gone without at breakfast, Rekh-mara was gone! There was the cosy corner with the rag-bag, and the moth-eaten fur coat--but the cosy corner was empty.
'Good riddance!' was naturally the first delightful thought in each mind.

The second was less pleasing, because everyone at once remembered that since his Amulet had been swallowed up by theirs--which hung once more round the neck of Jane--he could have no possible means of returning to his Egyptian past.

Therefore he must be still in England, and probably somewhere quite near them, plotting mischief.
The attic was searched, to prevent mistakes, but quite vainly.
'The best thing we can do,' said Cyril, 'is to go through the half Amulet straight away, get the whole Amulet, and come back.' 'I don't know,' Anthea hesitated.

'Would that be quite fair?
Perhaps he isn't really a base deceiver.