"I -- I didn't know I touched the Master Key," faltered the boy.
"I understand that. You did it unconsciously. No one in the world has ever done it before, for up until now Nature kept the secret safe locked within her."
Rob took time to consider this statement.
"Then who are you?" he inquired, at length.
"The Demon of Electricity," was the solemn answer.
"Good gracious!" exclaimed Rob, "a demon!"
"Certainly. I am, in truth, the Slave of the Master Key, and I am forced to obey the commands of any one who is wise and brave enough -- or, as in your own case, fortunate and fool-hardy enough -- to touch it."
"I -- I've never guessed there was such a thing as a Master Key, or -- or a Demon of Electricity, and -- and I'm awfully sorry I -- I called you up!" stammered the boy, flustered by the imposing appearance of his companion.
The Demon actually smiled at this speech, a smile that was almost reassuring.
"I am not sorry," he said, in kinder tone, "for it is not much fun waiting century after century for some one to command my services. I have often thought my existence was unnecessary, since you @Earth people are so stupid that you seem unlikely ever to master the secret of electrical power."
