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Once upon a time there was a music hall that was open on Brighton's seafront during the summers of the fifties. There was Jack, the master of ceremonies, an expert opportunist with many resources, who sang, danced and told bad jokes. There was also Ronnie, a magician capable of creating all kinds of illusions. And Evie, the lovely assistant who the magician ran through with swords and split in two with a saw. Well, here we are is the story of a triangle as apparently classic as it is profoundly unusual that soon becomes complicated when Swift's microscope begins to analyze motives, behaviors, biographical background, causes, consequences, even possibilities. What could Ronnie have thought when at eight years old he was sent out of London to be safe from German bombing? Who was the mysterious gardener of Evergrene? Who taught Ronnie's teacher magic? Ronnie's mother scrubbed stairs in London's East End, her father was a wandering sailor, but who were Evie's and Jack's parents? What was Jack silent when he left the varieties and became a famous character on television? Who does old Evie think she is with on the last page of the novel?