The man with the spats rolled up his sleeves and proceeded to pluck a polished red billiard ball out of thin air. Presto It vanished. Abracadabra It reappeared. It turned white. it blushed red again. VoiI Suddenly there were four billiard balls between this amazing man's fingers. I was stunned. All of this was happening right under my nose. And there was more. He flipped the deck into falling waterfalls of cards, spun them into fans, and thrust a...