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Chapters (70)
  1. About the Author
  2. Also by Ruth Hogan
  3. Title Page
  4. Imprint Page
  5. How to use this eBook
  6. Dedication
  7. Epigraph
  8. Contents
  9. The Promise
  10. Chapter 1
  11. Chapter 2
  12. Chapter 3
  13. Chapter 4
  14. Chapter 5
  15. Chapter 6
  16. Chapter 7
  17. Chapter 8
  18. Chapter 9
  19. Chapter 10
  20. Chapter 11
  21. Chapter 12
  22. Chapter 13
  23. Chapter 14
  24. Chapter 15
  25. Chapter 16
  26. Chapter 17
  27. Chapter 18
  28. Chapter 19
  29. Chapter 20
  30. Chapter 21
  31. Chapter 22
  32. Chapter 23
  33. Chapter 24
  34. Chapter 25
  35. Chapter 26
  36. Chapter 27
  37. Chapter 28
  38. Chapter 29
  39. Chapter 30
  40. Chapter 31
  41. Chapter 32
  42. Chapter 33
  43. Chapter 34
  44. Chapter 35
  45. Chapter 36
  46. Chapter 37
  47. Chapter 38
  48. Chapter 39
  49. Chapter 40
  50. Chapter 41
  51. Chapter 42
  52. Chapter 43
  53. Chapter 44
  54. Chapter 45
  55. Chapter 46
  56. Chapter 47
  57. Chapter 48
  58. Chapter 49
  59. Chapter 50
  60. Chapter 51
  61. Chapter 52
  62. Chapter 53
  63. Chapter 54
  64. Chapter 55
  65. Chapter 56
  66. Chapter 57
  67. Chapter 58
  68. A few thoughts and more than a few thanks
  69. A Word About Our Covers
  70. Endmatter page 1

Magic Melvin was a small, skinny man with a black moustache and a quiff that looked as though it had been painted to match his facial hair. He made his entrance on a unicycle, wobbling precariously as he pedalled furiously backwards and forwards to maintain his balance. And then he dismounted. Bizarrely, it turned out that the unicycle was simply his chosen mode of transport rather than part of his act. Once his feet were on solid ground, he produced three golf balls from his sleeves, proclaiming, ‘As if by magic!’ and began to juggle them accompanied by the theme tune to Match of the Day. Next, he pulled tennis balls from his trouser pockets and repeated the rather pedestrian performance. The audience was growing restive. Attempting to spice things up, Melvin threw the balls a little higher and hopped first on one leg and then the other. However, his increased exertions had an unfortunate effect on his hair, which rather than being dyed was, in fact, a hairpiece that clearly hadn’t been satisfactorily secured and was now slipping backwards with every hop. The climax to Magic Melvin’s act was an attempt to juggle footballs and for one ball to bounce on his head with each rotation. The attempt failed and Melvin and his hairpiece parted company. They were both rather unkindly but justifiably booed off stage.

‘That bloke has got unbelievable balls if he calls that an act,’ the man sitting behind Shunty-Mae and Imelda grumbled to his wife.

Up next was a comedian, who quickly had the audience in stitches, and Marty Mount rubbing his hands. Shunty-Mae, however, was not impressed with his risqué jokes, which she thought were a little too blue for her daughter’s ears.

‘What kind of a place is this?’ she demanded.

‘Well, what do you expect in a brothel?’ Imelda replied with a grin.

The comedian was followed by Titus Marlow, a tall, imposing figure with alarming eyebrows. He wore a dark suit and an expression of barely concealed menace. Titus was a hypnotist and having coerced several ‘volunteers’ to join him on stage, he placed them in a trance and got them to embarrass themselves by singing, dancing, doing silly walks and sitting on one another’s laps. The audience found their humiliation hilarious and Titus received a standing ovation.