A hint of the darker side of the conjurer’s life was evident during a tour of the home of the Great Oliver, the veteran magician, who resides in Spraight Manor with his second wife, an heiress to a glass-making fortune. Upstairs, beyond the second sunroom and the music room, where the grand piano and harp both lived, there is a studio outfitted with mirrors, tables, and performance lighting. In that room, on the tour, a silk hat was found on a small table filled with chicken salad, rose petals, pennies, and car keys, and beside the table was the Great Oliver, sitting on the floor, forearms on knees, crying like he might never stop. All he could say was that he didn’t understand why the trick wouldn’t work, that it had always worked before, that he didn’t understand why it wouldn’t work, that it had always worked before. The tour hurried on to the gymnasium.
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