All eyes were trained on Anthony as he shuffled the cards. Mesmerised, Hardwick watched as the suits flew between Anthony's hands at a seemingly impossible speed. He was only vaguely aware that the fairy man had stumbled off towards the Gents, while Ben had gone for a wander.

And suddenly, he realized, they were alone. The PI, the magician, and the whirling cards. It was hard to tell how long he'd been watching Anthony shuffle. Five minutes? Ten? An hour?

Hardwick stood and placed a hand on the entertainer's shoulder. [color=0072bc]'Maybe another time, Anthony.'[/color] He strode towards the bar. Maybe he could find out more on how this strange place operated.