Here! Place these specs on your nose and I promise you that through those magic lenses you shall see your husband this very night.
Do they fit you ?" questioned Jeremiah Long.
"The bows fit perfectly, but I cannot see a thing through the lenses," answered Grace laughingly, as a match flared up in the hands of Nora Wingate and was held before Grace Harlowe's face.
"That is as it should be.

So long as the bows fit, it matters not about the lenses.

Hold your positions, please, and light no matches until I tell you to, lest you destroy the magic spell." The Mystery Man left them, but returned in a few moments.
"I will throw a gleam from my magic lamp, and through your magic lenses, Mrs.Gray, you will see that my spell has worked," announced the strange character.

He flashed an electric pocket lamp on the face of a man standing facing the party.
The Overlanders gasped.
The circle of light drew the face of Tom Gray out of the darkness.
"Tom!" cried Grace, snatching off the spectacles and running to her husband.

"Oh, Tom, how could you keep silent so long when you knew how disturbed we were ?" "I could not well do otherwise, Grace, seeing that I was bound just as Mr.Long was, but with the added burden of a gag in my mouth.