The Vanished Man

the gaff in public and give away other people’s methods.”
    Thom carted a tray into the room. He poured coffee for those who wanted some. Kara dumped sugar into hers and sipped it fast, even though to Rhyme it seemed scalding hot. He glanced at the Macallan eighteen-year-old single malt on a bookcase across the room. Thom noticed his eyes and said, “It’s mid-morning. Don’t even think about it.”
    Sellitto gave a similarly lustful gaze toward the bagels. He allowed himself only a half. Without cream cheese. He looked pained with every bite.
    They went over each item of evidence with Kara, who studied it carefully and delivered the discouraging news that there were hundreds of sources for most of the items. The rope was a color-changing rope trick, sold in FAO Schwarz as well as magic stores throughout the country. The knot was one Houdini used in his routines when he planned to cut the cord to escape; it was virtually impossible for a bound performer to untie.
    “Even without the cuffs,” Kara said softly, “that girl never had a chance of getting away.”
    “Is that rare? The knot?”
    She explained that, no, anyone with a basic knowledge of Houdini’s routines would know it.
    The castor oil in the makeup, Kara continued, meant that he was using very realistic and durable theatrical cosmetics, and the latex was, as Rhyme had suspected, probably from the fake finger cups, which were also popular magician’s tools. The alginate, Kara suggested, wouldn’t be from dental work but was used to make molds for latex casting, probably for the finger cups or the bald cap he’d worn in his janitor disguise. The disappearing ink was more of a novelty, though some illusionists occasionally used it in their shows.
    Only a few things were unique, she explained: the circuit board (which was a “gimmick,” she said, a prop the audience can’t see), for instance. But he’d made that himself. The Darby handcuffs were rare. Rhyme ordered someone to check out the escapology museum in New Orleans that Kara had mentioned. Sachs suggested they take the responding officers, Franciscovich and Ausonio, up on their offer to help. This was the sort of assignment that’d be perfect for a couple of eager young officers. Rhyme agreed and Sellitto arranged it through the head of the Patrol Services Division.
    “How about his escape?” Sellitto said. “What’s the deal where he changed into janitor clothes so fast.”
    “ ‘Protean magic’ it’s called,” Kara said. “Quick change. It’s one of the things I’ve been studying for years. I just use it as part of my routines but there’re some people, it’s all they do. It can be amazing. I saw Arturo Brachetti a few years ago. He could do three or four dozen changes in one show—some of them in under three seconds.”
    “Three seconds?”
    “Yeah. And see, true quick-change artists don’t just change clothes. They’re actors too. They walk differently, hold themselves differently, speak differently. He’ll prepare everything ahead of time. The clothes are breakaway—they’re held together with snaps or Velcro. Most of quick change is really quick strip. And they’re made of silk or nylon, real thin, so we can wear layers of them. I sometimes wear five costumes under my top outfit.”
    “Silk?” Rhyme asked. “We found gray silk fibers,” he explained. “The officers on the scene reported that the janitor was wearing a gray uniform. The fibers were abraded—sort of buffed to a matte finish.”
    Kara nodded. “So they’d look like cotton or linen, not shiny. We also use collapsible hats and suitcases, shoe coverings, telescoping umbrellas, all kinds of props that we hide on our bodies. Wigs, of course.”
    She continued, “To alter a face the most important thing is the eyebrows. Change those and the face is sixty, seventy percent different. Then add some prostheses—we call them ‘appliances’: latex strips and pads you put on with spirit gum. Quick-change performers study the basic facial structures of different races and genders. A good protean artist knows the proportions of a woman’s face versus a man’s and can change genders in seconds. We study psychological reactions to faces and posture—so we can become beautiful or ugly or scary or sympathetic or needy. Whatever.”
    The magic esoterica was interesting but Rhyme wanted specific suggestions. “Is there anything concrete you can tell us that’ll help find him?”
    She shook her