imagination.â
Hardy was getting nearer.
âThatâs it,â continued the magpie. âUse your other hand to draw the energy around you.â
âIt was up here he tripped me,â Worms was saying.
âI think I see someone,â said Brewer.
âClear your mind. Anything within the realms of your imagination is possible,â said Mondriat.
Hardy appeared around the side of a tree and stopped in front of Tom.
Tom stared back at him. He could see the fury in Hardyâs eyes. He wondered why he had decided to listen to the magpie. He should have run. He was about to say something when he realised that Hardy wasnât looking at him. Even though he was standing inches away from his face, Hardy was staring straight through him. He turned to Worms. âWell, heâs not here now.â
âWhatâs so special about that book anyway?â asked Stump.
âThat is a very good question,â replied Hardy. âI think weâd better go and find out, and luckily I know just where to look.â
Chapter 24
Tricked
Esther remembered how one of the punters on Albert Dock had suggested that Clay had telepathic powers, but she had seen too much trickery and deception on Londonâs streets not to recognise that he was an expert trickster, even when he was putting his skills to grander use. She did not believe for one moment that Clay possessed actual magical powers, but there was something unnerving about his manner as he sat on Tomâs mattress, his knowing eyes watching her.
âHow do you escape from all them chains then?â she asked.
âI go to great lengths to avoid anyone learning how,â he replied. âAs we say in our industry, reveal the how and lose the wow.â
âYou mean that if your audience saw all them trick knots and weak chain links they wouldnât be so keen to throw their hard-earned cash at you?â
Clay smiled. âYouâre an intelligent girl. In a few yearsâ time you come find me and Iâll see if I canât fix you up as a magicianâs assistant.â
âIs that what you are then? A magician?â Esther stroked the black cat, curled up on her lap and softly purring.
âEscapology, mind-reading, spirit-talking, sawing ladies in half,â said Clay. âItâs all trickery, and we tricksters like to call ourselves magicians because, as you rightly point out, it makes it easier to get people to part with their hard-earned money.â
âItâs not real magic though, is it?â said Esther.
Clayâs gaze seemed to intensify as he leant forward to scrutinise Esther. In his hand he shuffled the pack of cards. He opened them into a fan and offered them to her. âTake one,â he said.
Esther chose her card carefully, ensuring not to pick one from the side he offered her. She looked at the card. It was the queen of spades.
âDo you think I know your card yet?â he asked.
âNot unless itâs a trick pack.â
He turned the pack over to prove that it was not. He flipped it back over, straightened them and told her to push her card into the pack.
âWhat about now?â he asked. âDo you think I snuck a peak then?â
âI canât see that you could have,â said Esther.
Clay shuffled the cards then handed her the pack. âGive it a tap,â he said
Esther did so.
âWhat are the chances of your card being on top?â he asked.
âGiven your job Iâd say pretty high,â replied Esther.
âHave a look.â
She turned over the top card. It was the king of spades. She smiled. âDonât be too hard on yourself,â she said. âThat was pretty close.â
âVery kind of you,â said Clay. âThat was the best I could do, since you have the kingâs good lady wife tucked under your leg.â
Esther smiled and pulled out the card she had hidden away. âYou saw me do it,â she