"R. A. Lafferty - Stories 3" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lafferty R A) MORE STORIES BY R.A. LAFFERTY
74. The Man Underneath *76. Incased in Ancient Rind *79. Boomer Flats *81. World Abounding *82. Groaning Hinges of the World *83. Ishmael Into the Barrens *84. Nor Limestone Islands *85. Sky 86. When All the Lands Pour Out Again 91. Once On Aranea *96 Eurema's Dam *97. Dorg *99. And Now Walk Gently Through the Fire 101. Parthen 104. Seven Story Dream *106. The World As Will and Wallpaper 108. By the Seashore *109. In Outraged Stone 111. Days of Grass, Days of Straw THE MAN UNDERNEATH Charles Chartel was not the most pleasant man in the world, and as the good magician. He had the magnetism of a faith healer, the spirit and appearance of a rooster and a deadly seriousness. He had the patter and the poise and he had learned all that was learnable. Nor was he a mere pigeon-passer and card-caller. He had inherited, built up, bought and assembled as full a repertoire as any Magic Man in the business. And, as each must have, he had his specialty: a simple and sound disappearing act. It was nothing really startling; he seemed to underplay it. But it was puzzling and it remained a puzzle even to those in the trade. This one prime trick equated him with the Real Masters who in general technique were a little out of his class. Actually, in the ultimate variation of it, it was the greatest trick. He put Veronica into a box. And when he opened the box again she was gone. That is all there was to it. The same thing had been performed by dozens of others in many variations. But Charles (the Great Zambesi) Chartel did not use any of those variations; not, certainly, the trap door-for he had once performed the trick in a wire mesh twenty feet in the air. Besides, he was a cut above the trap-door men. After showing the empty box he would always take it apart board by board, and pass the boards around for all to handle. He would then assemble it once more into a box, clamp down the cover, unclamp it again, open it, and Veronica would get out of the box. The Great Boffo swore that the girl never stepped into the box at all. |
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