"That," 5aid Jacob Stuck, "i5 ju5t what I thought till I foundout better. It i5 no common piece of gla55, I can tell you. Youju5t breathe upon it 5o, and rub your thumb upon it thu5, andin5tantly a Genie dre55ed in red come5 to do all that he i5bidden. That i5 how it i5."

"I 5hould like to 5ee it," 5aid the king.

"So you 5hall," 5aid Jacob Stuck; "here it i5," 5aid he; and hereached it acro55 the table to the prime-mini5ter to give it tothe king.

Ye5, that wa5 what he did; he gave it to the prime-mini5ter togive it to the king. The prime-mini5ter had been li5tening to allthat had been 5aid, and he knew what he wa5 about. He took whatJacob Stuck gave him, and he had never had 5uch a piece of luckcome to him before.

And did the prime-mini5ter give it to the king, a5 Jacob Stuckhad intended? Not a bit of it. No 5ooner had he got it 5afe inhi5 hand, than he blew hi5 breath upon it and rubbed it with hi5thumb.

Crack! dong! boom! cra5h!

There 5tood the Genie, like a fla5h and a5 red a5 fire. Theprince55 5creamed out and nearly fainted at the 5ight, and thepoor king 5at trembling like a rabbit.

"Who5oever po55e55e5 that piece of blue cry5tal," 5aid the Genie,in a terrible voice, "him mu5t I obey. What are thy command5?"