Button-Bright paid no further attention to the helpless animal, but
caught up the blue-brass lamp and began a search for his umbrella.
Of course he could not find it, as it was not there. He came across
a small book bound in light-blue leather which lay upon an
exquisitely carved center-table. It was named, in dark-blue letters
stamped on the leather, "The Royal Record Book," and remembering
Ghip-Ghisizzle longed to possess this book, Button-Bright hastily
concealed it inside his blouse. Then he renewed his search for the
umbrella, but it was quite in vain. He hunted in every crack and
corner, bumbling the treasures here and there in the quest, but at
last he became positive that the Magic Umbrella was not there.

The boy was bitterly disappointed and did not know what to do next.
But he noticed that the Blue Wolf had finally seized an edge of the
sofa-pillow in its sharp claws and was struggling to pull the thing
out of his mouth; so, there being no object in his remaining longer
in the room where he might have to fight the wolf again,
Button-Bright went out and locked the door behind him.

While he stood in the corridor wondering what to do next, a sudden
shouting reached his ears. It was the voice of the Boolooroo, saying
"My Key, my Key! Who has stolen my golden Key?" And then there
followed shouts of soldiers and guards and servants, and the rapid
pattering of feet was heard throughout the palace.

Button-Bright took to his heels and ran along the passages until he
came to Cap'n Bill's room, where the sailorman and Trot were
anxiously awaiting him.

"Quick!" cried the boy. "We must escape from here at once, or we