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I felt very uneasy and began to look for the way out. Turning to Gip, I saw him standing on a stool. The shopman was holding a big drum in his hand.
“We’re playing hide and seek, daddy!” cried Gip.
And before I could prevent him, the shopman had put the big drum over him. “Take that off,” I cried, “this instant. You’ll frighten the boy.”
The shopman did so without a word. He held the big drum towards me to show its emptiness. The stool was empty, too. My boy had disappeared!
“Where is my boy?” I said .
“You see,” he said, displaying the drum’s interior, “this is genuine magic!”
I jumped at him and fell into utter darkness.
“Sorry, Sir, I didn’t see you coming,” someone said. I saw I was in Regent Street and I had collided with a man, and a yard away was Gip. He was carrying four parcels in his
arm. He smiled at me. He did not look scared.
For a second I was at a loss. I stared round to see the door of the magic shop. It was not there. There was no door, no shop, nothing. I did the only thing possible in that mental state. I called for a cab.
I got in with Gip. “Dad!” Said Gip at last, “that was a proper magic shop!” Gip looked completely undamaged. He was neither scared, nor disturbed. There in his arms were four parcels containing items from the magic shop. Since then I have been up and down Regent Street several times looking for that shop. After all, I had not paid for the items.