howâif used correctlyâthey could make people disappear. But to do this, you needed a partner.
âOne night, I was playing a theater in Bayonne, New Jersey, and I found her. She was in the second row, on the left. All evening, my eyes kept straying back to her. She had red hairâand it was real. No rinses for her. And she had this milky satin skin to go with it. No freckles, either. And her eyes were green. So help me god, they were the color of an ocean wave just before it crests and falls. And she was tall, like you, Jo. And, like you, she carried herself well.
âDuring intermission I sat in my dressing room, racking my brain for some way to meet her. I thought of inviting her onstage to take part in one of my tricks. But she beat me to it. Bold and brassy, she knocked on my door and introduced herself. Regina Cox was her name. She didnât mince words; she asked right out if I needed a partner. No man could resist her.
âI couldnât believe how well we worked together. We seemed to know each otherâs thoughts before we spoke them. Talk about being on the same wavelength. When we did a trickâfor example, I made Regina disappearâit went perfectly, without a hitch, and the audience loved it.
âAs soon as I took her on, our fortunes skyrocketed. At first, it was strictly a business arrangement, at least on her part, but it wasnât long before she began to succumb to my charms â¦â Max winked.
I groaned.
âAnd we got married. We were invited to perform in bigger and bigger towns, and received more and more acclaim. One day I got a call from a theater in the biggest town of allâthe Big Apple. Our acts became more elaborate and we became more adept. We played in Manhattan all winter to a full house, and during the off-season, we went abroadâto London, Paris, Rome. For five years, life was perfect.
âThen Regina got pregnant. We were happy when we found
out. We had always planned to have a family, eventually. Regina continued in the show until a few weeks before she delivered. We were very ingenious at creating ways to hide her condition. We were magicians, after all. When the baby was born, we were thrilled. Then they told us ⦠she had Down syndrome.â
Max paused to collect himself. When he continued, he spoke more slowly, as if he was going uphill.
âAfter that, things were never the same. Regina never accepted the baby, and she began to acquire expensive tastesâto compensate for her disappointment, I suppose. And she had to stay home to take care of Lolly. Day care was scarce back then and night care was unknown. I didnât draw as big crowds when I was alone, my runs grew shorter, and the bigger theaters dropped me altogether. I tried to buy her the expensive baubles that made her happy, but it became harder and harder.
âOne night, I was standing on the subway platform at Times Square, and this swanky dame swathed in mink and diamonds came up to meâthe thing about Manhattan is, everyone rides the subway, even well-to-do people. She asked me for a light. You could smoke on the platform in those days. âSure,â I said. âBe my guest.â I handed her my lighter. While lighting up, she turned her back and bent her head. I saw the gold clasp of her necklace just a few inches away. I lifted it. It was so easy. With my sleight-of-hand technique, she never missed it. She turned back, returned my lighter, and boarded the subway. I watched the train pull out and then walked deliberatelyâno runningâup the subway steps to the street.â
Up to this point Max had been sitting forward, telling his story with eagerness, even some pride. But now he sank back into the sofa and his words came more slowly, as if with an effort.
âThat was the beginning of a long series of heists,â he said. âRegina was happier and life went on. Then one day, I slipped up. I must have been tired, or