After Chester’s magic show ended, Dumas returned his attention to the rest of the club.  It was a relatively quiet night.  Some luckless scoundrel got caught between the two women he was simultaneously wooing.  Dumas let the furious ladies beat on their former boyfriend for a few minutes, before finally summoning a couple bouncers to toss everyone out.  Then he watched a gentleman at the bar who was attempting to pull a rather creative version of the Diamond Ring scam.  Personally, Dumas felt more sympathy for the con artist than the spoiled debutante who was his intended victim, but Red disapproved of people freelancing in her club.  So the scammer soon joined the angry lovers out on the sidewalk.<br/><br/>Although he tried to keep his eyes on the screens, Dumas still shot occasional glances at the purple feline floating in his office.  Like many people confronted with a cat, he experienced an almost irresistible urge to reach out and pet it -- even though he knew he wouldn’t feel soft fur beneath his fingers.  Usually Dumas let Chester’s avatar sleep, unless a situation required the magician’s aid.  But the discussion of Mari’s troubles had left him feeling restless and uneasy.  And DEE, who usually provided ample distraction, was remaining sullenly silent.<br/><br/>“Great show tonight,” Dumas congratulated, addressing the cat.  “I know magician’s don’t reveal their best secrets, but I’ve always wondered...when the castle blows apart and the jabberwocky appears...how do you do that?”