Now You See Me (41 page)

H
e
di
d
com
e
t
o
m
e
tha
t
Sunda
y
nigh
t,
o
f
cours
e.
H
e
describe
d
Paddy’
s
rambling
s
abou
t
th
e
face
s
o
f
th
e
goddes
s,
an
d
sai
d
tha
t
Mic
k
wa
s
goin
g
t
o
tr
y
t
o
fin
d
ou
t
mor
e
abou
t
Dian
a
.

‘
Di
d
yo
u
tel
l
Mic
k
wh
o
Dian
a
reall
y
i
s?’
I
aske
d
hi
m,
transfixe
d
b
y
a
momen
t
o
f
almos
t
euphori
c
fea
r.I
ha
d
no
t
expecte
d
Padd
y
t
o
b
e
capabl
e
o
f
eve
n
namin
g
Dian
a,
le
t
alon
e
tha
t
h
e
migh
t
manag
e
t
o
translat
e
hi
s
blocke
d
awarenes
s
int
o
m
y
ow
n
secre
t
mythologica
l
languag
e
.

‘
N
o,’
To
m
sai
d.I
wante
d
t
o
tal
k
t
o
yo
u
abou
t
i
t
firs
t
. Wa
s
i
t
yo
u
tha
t
Padd
y
wa
s
visitin
g
i
n
tha
t
fla
t?
’

I
sa
w
hi
m
fin
d
th
e
answe
r
someho
w
i
n
m
y
fac
e;I
had n
o
chanc
e
t
o
li
e,
t
o
dela
y
thing
s
furthe
r.
H
e
slouche
d
furthe
r
dow
n
i
n
th
e
armchai
r
an
d
gav
e
m
e
a
baffle
d,
paine
d
loo
k
.

‘I
hav
e
t
o
tel
l
Mic
k,’
h
e
sai
d.
‘Whic
h
mean
s
I
hav
e
t
o
tel
l
hi
m
al
l
abou
t
m
e
an
d
Dian
a.I
hav
e
t
o
tel
l
hi
m
al
l
abou
t
m
e.
’

I
wa
s
silen
t.I
ha
d
no
t
anticipate
d
thi
s
an
d
I
ha
d
n
o
stor
y
prepare
d
t
o
explai
n
Paddy’
s
alib
i.
S
o
fa
r
To
m
ha
d
no
t
woke
n
t
o
th
e
obviou
s
implication
s,
bu
t
h
e
woul
d
a
s
soo
n
a
s
h
e
stoppe
d
worryin
g
abou
t
himsel
f
an
d
hi
s
imag
e
crumblin
g
i
n
hi
s
mate’
s
eye
s
.

‘
I
though
t
ther
e
wa
s
n
o
mor
e
Dian
a,’
h
e
sai
d
a
t
las
t,
a
s
i
f
h
e
ha
d
bee
n
falsel
y
tol
d
o
f
he
r
deat
h
an
d
ha
d
mistakenl
y
mourne
d
he
r
.
‘
Bu
t
sh
e
wa
s
ther
e
fo
r
Padd
y.
Wh
y
wasn’
t
sh
e
ther
e
fo
r
m
e,
to
o?
’

‘
I
t
ha
d
ru
n
it
s
cours
e
wit
h
yo
u,’
I
sai
d
.
‘
Yo
u
n
o
longe
r
neede
d
Dian
a,
bu
t
Padd
y
di
d.’
Wha
t
I
mean
t
wa
s
tha
t
I
n
o
longe
r
neede
d
t
o
b
e
Dian
a
wit
h
hi
m,
bu
t
I
ha
d
see
n
a
wa
y
sh
e
coul
d
b
e
use
d
fo
r
Padd
y,
t
o
snar
e
hi
m
irrevocabl
y
insid
e
th
e
we
b
I
wa
s
weavin
g.
Whil
e
I
spok
e,I
wa
s
thinkin
g
furiousl
y.I
too
k
Tom’
s
empt
y
glas
s
ou
t
t
o
th
e
kitche
n
an
d
the
n
ra
n
upstair
s
.

I
neede
d
somethin
g
tha
t
woul
d
knoc
k
hi
m
ou
t
fo
r
a
fe
w
hour
s
unti
l
I
go
t
hi
m
wher
e
h
e
neede
d
t
o
b
e.I
ha
d
everythin
g
al
l
read
y,
thoug
h
I
hadn’
t
though
t
i
t
woul
d
b
e
use
d
s
o
soo
n.I
ha
d
t
o
hastil
y
remak
e
al
l
m
y
fina
l
plan
s
a
s
I
shoo
k
th
e
capsule
s
int
o
whisk
y
.

‘
Her
e,
yo
u
nee
d
somethin
g
stronge
r,l
thin
k,’
l
sai
d,
handin
g
i
t
t
o
hi
m.I
ha
d
poure
d
mysel
f
on
e,
to
o,
an
d
I
lifte
d
i
t
i
n
a
farewel
l
toas
t,
watchin
g
hi
m
gul
p
hi
s,
seein
g
his expressio
n
o
f
dawnin
g
comprehensio
n
chang
e
a
s
th
e
dru
g
too
k
effec
t,
a
s
h
e
hal
f
forme
d
th
e
question
s
h
e
woul
d
neve
r
as
k
.

*

I
wor
e
on
e
o
f
Tom’
s
ol
d
wig
s
ove
r
a
plasti
c
surgica
l
ca
p
s
o
tha
t
non
e
o
f
m
y
hai
r
woul
d
ge
t
mixe
d
wit
h
th
e
strand
s
I
kne
w
he’
d
lef
t
insid
e
i
t.I
dresse
d
i
n
th
e
sor
t
o
f
clothe
s
tha
t
a
ma
n
migh
t
dres
s
i
n,
hopin
g
t
o
pas
s
fo
r
a
woma
n:a
loos
e
shir
t
an
d
a
shor
t
wra
p-
aroun
d
skir
t,
whic
h
wen
t
roun
d
m
e
severa
l
time
s.I
pu
t
o
n
a
pai
r
o
f
hi
s
ow
n
hig
h
heel
s,
stuffin
g
cotto
n
woo
l
int
o
th
e
toe
s.
The
y
mad
e
m
y
fee
t
loo
k
disproportionatel
y
larg
e,
addin
g
t
o
th
e
effec
t
.