The Vanished Man

into his world and transformed her from an innocent into someone who could now look at these horrors without flinching.
    “All right,” Rhyme said. Then, nodding toward Sachs, he added, “But stay close to her.”
    •   •   •
    She was cautious, Malerick observed, as befitted any woman who’d just been picked up by a man in Manhattan, even if that stranger was shy, friendly and able to calm rearing horses.
    Still, Cheryl Marston was relaxing little by little, enjoying the tales of his times riding bareback with a circus, all of which were embellished considerably to keep her amused and to whittle down her defenses.
    After the groom and the vet on call at Hammerstead had examined Donny Boy and declared him in good health Malerick and his next unwitting performer strolled from the stable to this restaurant, which was just off Riverside Drive.
    The woman now chatted amiably with John (his persona for their date) about her life in the city, her early love of horses, the ones she’d owned or ridden, her hopes of buying a summer place in Middleburg, Virginia. He responded with occasional bits of equine lore—what he could deduce from her comments and what he knew from circuses and the world of illusion. Animals have always been an important part of the profession. Mesmerizing them, vanishing them, turning them into different species. An illusionist created a hugely popular routine in the 1800s—instantly transforming a chicken into a duck. (The method was simplicity itself: the duck made his entrance wearing a quick-change chicken costume.) Killing and resurrecting animals was popular in less politically correct times, though they were rarely actually harmed; after all, it’s a rather inept illusionist who has to really kill an animal to create the illusion that it’s dead. It tends to be expensive too.
    For his routine in Central Park today to snare Cheryl Marston, Malerick had drawn on the routines of Howard Thurston, a popular illusionist in the early 1900s, who specialized in animal acts. The trick Malerickperformed wouldn’t’ve met with Thurston’s approval, though; the famous illusionist had treated the animals in his act as if they were human assistants, if not family members. Malerick had been less humane. He’d captured a pigeon by hand. He’d then turned it on its back and stroked the neck and sides slowly until it was hypnotized—a technique magicians have used for years to create the appearance of a dead bird. As Cheryl Marston approached on her horse, he’d flung the pigeon hard into the horse’s face. Donny Boy’s rearing in pain and fright had nothing to do with the bird, though, but was caused by an ultrasonic pitch generator, set to a frequency that stung the horse’s ears. As Malerick stepped out of the bushes to “rescue” Cheryl he shut the generator off and by the time he grabbed the bridle the horse was calming.
    Now, little by little, the equestrian was growing even less cautious as she learned how much they had in common.
    Or appeared to.
    This illusion was due to Malerick’s use of mentalism, not one of his strongest skills but one that he was competent at. Mentalism has nothing to do with telepathically discerning someone’s thoughts, of course. It’s a combination of mechanical and psychological techniques to deduce facts. Malerick was now doing what the best mentalists did— body reading, it was called, as opposed to mind reading. He was noting very subtle changes in Cheryl’s poses and facial expressions and gestures in response to comments he made. Some told him he was straying from her thoughts, others that he was on the mark.
    He mentioned, for instance, a friend who’d just been through a divorce and he could see easily that she had too—and she’d been on the receiving end. So, grimacing, he told her that he was divorced and that his wife’d had an affair and left him. It had devastated him but he was now recovering.
    “ I gave up a boat,” she said sourly, “just to get away from that son-of-a-bitch. A twenty-four-foot sailboat.”
    Malerick also used “Barnum statements” to make her think they had more in common than they did. The classic example was a mentalist sizing up his subject and offering gravely, “I sense you’re often extroverted but at times you find yourself quite shy.”
    Which is interpreted as insightful but, of course, applies to nearly everybody on earth.
    Neither the fictional John nor Cheryl had children. Both had cats,