Marcia Talley - Dark Passage

The opening act was Cameron Reyes, a recent semi-finalist on American Idol , or maybe it was The Voice . Cameron’s rendition of ‘Hey, Gotta Stay Awake’ – a song of his own composing, according to the emcee – alternately soared, then plunged through at least four octaves, producing wails so pitiful that Reyes could have been passing a kidney stone, for all I knew, just like our late Aunt Evelyn. If there was a key, he never managed to find it. Autotune was the only explanation for the popularity of the guy. Millions of fans had already downloaded this very song from iTunes. Go figure.

Me? I just wanted to rip my ears off.

Finally, he went away.

After a moment, the Star Wars theme began and Channing strolled out on stage. To keep his act fresh for the audience, he’d replaced the floating ball with the Chinese linking rings, solid circles of steel that linked and unlinked, or passed through one another so seamlessly that you’d think the metal had liquefied.

Pia had told me that the Zig-Zag Box would be replaced by the Vanishing Cabinet, so I wasn’t surprised when Pia and Channing rolled the brightly painted cabinet from the wings and centered it on the stage.

Wearing a red brocade cheongsam, Pia stood to the right of the cabinet, smiling brightly. Channing smiled upon the audience from the opposite side of the cabinet. Channing approached the footlights, his teeth dazzling as he said, ‘We need a volunteer from the audience! Who would like to volunteer?’

Julie’s hand shot up. She bounced in her seat making ooooh , ooooh noises like a student with the correct answer to the question, ‘What is the capital of Iowa?’

Georgina grabbed her daughter’s arm. ‘Sit down , Julie!’

‘I want to do it, Mom! Please!’ All during this conversation, she continued to wave at the magician, signaling look at me, look at me!

Although Channing first appeared to favor a young blonde girl in the front row, Julie’s tactic worked. Channing’s arm shot out. ‘You! The pretty little redhead in the second row!’

Julie shot to her feet, both hands pressed to her chest. ‘Me? You mean me?’ She favored her mother with a pitiful, pleading glance.

Georgina nodded once, shooed Julie off with a flick of her hand.

Julie’s eyes darted right, then left – where are the stairs? – but Channing was already striding stage left, hand extended – this way, young lady, this way – and in a few seconds had seized her upraised hand and escorted her to stand in front of the cabinet.

He bent his head to her ear and asked a question.

Julie’s smile vanished. Her lips moved.

Channing answered, then straightened and waved an arm dramatically over my niece’s head. ‘Ladies and gentleman, I give you Miss Julie Cardinale, all the way from Baltimore, Maryland, who has kindly agreed to assist us with this demonstration!’

Channing opened one door of the cabinet, Pia the other. A bouncy ragtime tune began playing as Pia demonstrated that the cabinet was completely empty, then Channing took Julie’s hand and helped her step inside.

Julie faced the audience, hands folded demurely in front of her, smiling uncertainly.

One gaily painted door closed over Julie, then the other. Pia and Channing together spun the cabinet around three times – three’s the charm! – and when they opened the doors again, Julie was gone.

Georgina gasped.

‘Amazing,’ pronounced Ruth. ‘And the girl has absolutely no training.’

‘Where did she go?’ a woman behind me hissed.

‘It’s a trap door, silly,’ her companion replied.

Although Pia hadn’t showed me the inner workings of the cabinet, I was fairly certain that Julie hadn’t gone anywhere. After three more turns, the doors were reopened and our precious girl was back, bowing stiffly from the waist, drinking in the applause.

‘How did you do that, Julie Lynn?’ her mother wanted to know when Julie rejoined us, reclaiming her seat.

‘Before the magician asked me my name, he made me promise not to tell.’

‘Ah, the magicians’ code,’ I explained. ‘Julie has just been initiated into the club.’

Julie folded her arms across her chest. ‘Some club,’ she muttered.

I leaned closer. ‘What did you say, Julie?’

‘Shhhh, you two!’ Georgina cautioned. ‘The next act is starting.’

The Vanishing Cabinet was removed and the Indian Sword Basket appeared. One girl went into the sword basket and two girls came out but, unlike last time, both remained completely unscathed.

The magician and his two beautiful and talented assistants exited stage right, the music soared then faded, and the show was over.

We were gathering up our handbags, preparing to leave when Julie stopped us. ‘Pia’s gone to the dressing room to change,’ Julie said. ‘She told me to ask Hannah to wait. I want to see her, too.’

‘I thought you wanted to sit in the hot tub, Julie,’ Georgina fussed, sending a look of desperation in my direction. ‘It’s our last chance.’ Georgina had been my sister long enough for me to read the hidden message.

‘If Julie wants to stay with me for now, that’s fine,’ I said, reading the please-please-Aunt-Hannah-please message in my niece’s eyes. ‘Maybe Pia will take her back stage and show her the props.’ I winked at my niece. ‘Now that you’re a junior magician.’

‘What are your plans, Ruth?’ Georgina wanted to know.

‘Hot tub sounds divine!’ She raised an eyebrow at me. ‘Join us when you finish here?’

‘Julie?’ I asked.

Tight-lipped, Julie nodded.

‘As soon as we finish up here, we’ll hop into our bathing suits and come find you. Keep the water hot!’ I called after my sisters.

Almost the second her mother and aunt turned their backs and started down the aisle, Julie crumpled.

David stepped in at once. ‘What’s wrong, Julie?’

‘Nobody’s going to believe me now! Nobody!’ Dry-eyed, bathed in the warm lights of the auditorium, Julie began to shiver. I wrapped an arm around her shoulder and drew her close.

‘It’s his aftershave,’ Julie continued, unprompted. ‘Up on the stage when he put his head next to mine, I knew. Right away, I knew. Smells like paint thinner.’

David and I exchanged worried glances. ‘Tom Channing?’ I blurted. ‘You mean you now think Tom Channing was the man who attacked you?’

Julie nodded.

‘Why didn’t you say something when your mother was here, Julie?’

‘Mom is so judgmental! She’s pissed off at me for wasting everybody’s time.’

‘No, she’s not.’

‘Is, too. Before we came down here tonight I got the mother-daughter talk from hell. “A man’s life is at stake, Julie Lynn! You have to be one-hundred-percent sure instead of pointing fingers at every man on the ship wearing a black shirt!” Blah blah blah.’ She paused, consulting David. ‘Because of the drugs, I may not remember much, Mr Warren, but I do remember that smell. When Channing put his head next to mine, I gagged. I felt like I was going to hurl.’ Then to me, ‘But I held it together up there, didn’t I, Aunt Hannah?

Suddenly it all made sense. Julie’s sudden stiffness on stage, her tight lips. I’d chalked it up to sudden stage fright. ‘You did indeed, sweetie. We had no idea.’

To David, I said, ‘What should we do? Julie’s right. This is the third man that Julie has fingered as her attacker. I doubt anyone will believe her testimony now.’ For Julie’s sake, I found what I hoped was a reassuring smile and sent it her way.

‘He knows that I know, too,’ Julie cut in.

‘What?’

‘Up there on stage? When he put me in the box, I just said it right out. “ You did it,” I said. His face got all twisty in the lights, and when he shut me in the cabinet he threatened me. “If you tell anybody, Joo-lee” – just like that, Joo-lee – “I’ll make you disappear for good, just like those other naughty little girls.” ’