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Release date: 2022-12-07 11:09:03 Author:mAcHnLbq

Harry shook his head. 'I can't afford Broadway, Mrs. Swann.'

'Oh yes. I lived with Swann seven and a half years, and I got to understand him as well as anybody ever could. I learned to sense when he wanted me around, and when he didn't. When he didn't, I'd take myself off somewhere and let him have his privacy. Genius needs privacy. And he was a genius, you know. The greatest illusionist since Houdini.'

Harry wanted to say Swann would have been mad not to have done so, but the comment was inappropriate. She didn't want blandishments; didn't need them. Didn't need anything, perhaps, but her husband alive again.

He turned on his heel and made a smart withdrawal.

'Don't blame New York,' he said. 'It can't help itself.'

He looked at her strangely, almost as though she'd said something obscene.

'And he was no miracle-worker?'

'May I ask . . . your name?'

'Is this wise?' he said.

'About it being an accident.'

Harry shook his head. 'I can't afford Broadway, Mrs. Swann.'

'May I ask . . . your name?'

'Illusionist,' she said.

Harry wanted to say Swann would have been mad not to have done so, but the comment was inappropriate. She didn't want blandishments; didn't need them. Didn't need anything, perhaps, but her husband alive again.

'Did you ever see his performance?'

'To Hamburg,' she said, 'I don't like this city. It's too hot. And too cruel.'

'So I did,' she said, conceding his point with an apologetic look. 'Forgive me. That was Swann talking. He hated to be called a magician. He said that was a word that had to be kept for miracle-workers.'

Valentin had re-appeared, his lugubrious features rife with suspicion. He carried an envelope, which he clearly had no desire to give up. Dorothea had to cross the carpet and take it from his hands.

He looked at her strangely, almost as though she'd said something obscene.

'I'd think sometimes-it was a kind of miracle that he let me into his life . . .'

'So I did,' she said, conceding his point with an apologetic look. 'Forgive me. That was Swann talking. He hated to be called a magician. He said that was a word that had to be kept for miracle-workers.'

'About it being an accident.'

'Did you ever see his performance?'

'We were only over for three months, while his show ran. We were going back in September . . .'

'About it being an accident.'

He turned on his heel and made a smart withdrawal.

'May I ask . . . your name?'

He looked at her strangely, almost as though she'd said something obscene.

'About it being an accident.'

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