Summary
A civic hall thrums with starched uniforms, brass buttons winking beneath chandeliers, as the Policeman’s Benefit unfurls its velvet pageantry. Enter the prestidigitator: hawk-eyed, nimble-fingered, his smile a blade of silk. He promises miracles, demands tribute in the form of ticking gold—watches surrendered by the lawmen who would rather disarm crooks than time itself. His confederate, a sylph in bugle-beads, purrs harmony to his patter; together they step into twin coffers, lids slammed like jail doors. Curtains lift—vacuity. The pair have vanished through a rift in the boards, leaving behind only the echo of handcuffs that never closed. What follows is no mere pursuit but a city-wide danse macabre: patrol cars screech through fog-blurred alleys, whistles fracture the night, while the fugitive couple pirouette across skylines and moonlit gutters, transforming every sewer grate into a trapdoor to freedom. The watch gears, now scattered like metallic seeds, tick counterpoints to the cops’ thundering boots, until the metropolis itself becomes a conjurer’s cabinet rigged with false backs and mirrored corridors.
Synopsis
The night of the Policeman's Benefit is at hand and all the coppers with their wives are in the audience. On the stage is a magician. Everything goes well until he asks for the officers' watches. Presumably he will turn them into eggs or something. He has a charming confederate and both enter compartments. When they don't reappear, the curtains are lifted and the fakirs are absent. They escaped through a trap in the stage. Then the chase is on.
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