Magic in the Moonlight Page #2

And besides, you've always

loved the south of France,

and you could visit

your Aunt Vanessa.

But if this woman knows she's being

watched by the great Wei Ling Soo,

she'll make some excuse

not to perform.

The usual headaches,

resistance in the room...

She'll never know

you're Wei Ling Soo.

No one knows who you are

under all that chinoiserie.

You can pose

as anyone you like.

Well, if she's fooled you,

she must be very good.

But she won't fool me.

I can't wait to see what

gimmickry she's employing,

unmask it, and throw

it back in her face.

Postponing our holiday?

I can't resist.

You're driven, Stanley.

Don't get angry with me, Olivia.

It won't be for long.

Oh, Okay, go-

You've always had

the measure of me, Olivia.

Ever since our

very first dinner,

when I made your ruby ring

disappear from your finger,

and reappear in

your soft-boiled egg.

If you recall, I quickly

figured out how you did it.

Yes, you were very impressive.

Oh, it was simply a matter

of logic and common sense.

I mean, you palmed the ring and

distracted me by spilling the salt.

I believe it was my clear thinking

that attracted you to me.

Yes, your logic and

common sense equal mine,

but you have the added

quality of being beautiful.

Wife, you've said it

several times, Stanley.

We're a match made in heaven.

What a

serendipitous pleasure

to be surprised by my favorite

nephew and Howard Burkan!

Little Howard.

Uh, "Burkan the Great," if you please.

Of course.

Of all my nephews and nieces,

you're the only one, Stanley,

who isn't boring to

the point of perfection.

Oh, I couldn't agree more.

If only you had a slightly

milder disposition,

you might

actually have friends.

Oh, lam his friend.

Notice I use the singular.

Yes, he means

he can tolerate me.

You may be Burkan the

Great to your public,

but to me, you'll always

be little Howard Burkan,

who took my favorite scarf, cut it

in half with a pair of scissors,

waved his magic wand over it,

and it didn't

come back together.

I was just learning the trick.

No, she never got over that.

And to what do I owe

this unannounced visit?

I'm here to expose yet another

fraudulent spiritualist,

and I thought I'd warn you I'll

be dropping by for black pudding.

Oh, yes, the Catledges are holding

sances up at their place.

They've apparently

met some gifted medium.

It's the talk wife

the Cote d'Azur.

She's a little American

called Sophie Baker,

and apparently

she's very sharp,

but Stanley will get

the measure of her.

I can't wait.

Welcome! Welcome...

How lovely to see you.

Bienvenue.

George, Caroline, Stanley.

How do you do?

Oh, hello. Stanley.

A great pleasure.

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