Chapter Twenty - Second Mission
The elderly magician welcomed Horace up on the stage and seated him on a chair beside his little table. Horace looked closely at it and was quick to notice a couple of false sections in the checkered pattern of the cloth on top of the table. It explained where the items had gone that he had seen vanish, supposedly by magic.
The magician, meanwhile, was talking to the audience again. “I would now like another volunteer from the back of the audience this time to take a hundred-pound note from his wallet.” He paused for any appreciative sniggers, a few of which did come. “Or any other value note that he may have on him. Then hold it up to show the serial number on it to the other guests around him.”
Aubrey watched in horrified anticipation as a man at the ba
