Shortly the talker-owner-manager of the ten-in-one came back into the semi-darkened tent, having rushed the blow-off and spilled the last marks out the rear exit. "Smitty, don't go 'way.  Got something for you." He handed the magician an envelope, which Dr. Apollo tucked away without looking at it.  The manager added, "Kid, I hate to tell you this - but you and your wife ain't going with us to Paducah."