"Thank you, gentlemen.  But we ought not to leave her uncovered, should we?  There was a sheet here, somewhere.  Oh, there it is." The magician reached out, recovered his wand from where he had parked it, pointed to a table laden with props at the far end of his platform; a sheet detached itself from the pile and came to him. "Just spread this over her.  Cover her head, too; a lady should not be exposed to public gaze while sleeping.  Thank you.  Now if you will just step down off the platform.  Fine!  Madame Merlin... can you hear me?"