Vanish Magic Magazine no. 39

I went to the cab line and headed to the
convention center. Throughout the day I
was excited, yet apprehensive about the
upcoming evening. What if there was no
note? What if he forgets? My moment of
triumph would be lost.
But it wasn’t lost. Upon returning to my
room the little red light on the telephone
was blinking. I had a message. It said to be
at the 18th floor at 9:00 pm. There was no
room number, just a floor number.
At exactly 9:00 pm the elevator doors
opened to the 18th floor and I exited. At
the end of the elevator area, where the
hallway to the rooms was located, there
were two men sitting in chairs. They immediately
arose and questioned who I was.
They made me open my magic case and
examined the contents. Then, they told
me to wait, as one of them disappeared
down the hallway. A few minutes later he
returned and said, “Follow me.”
I remember thinking, “Ali must have this
whole floor.”
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