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He had died only recently, but he'd retired years earlier. I went through the whole inventory, and I was the first person to have examined it in probably 30 years.
Very little of the stuff was useful anymore, since it had been stored carelessly and had degraded. And most of what was still in working order was entirely unimpressive--tricks sort of like what you'd find in a $3.00 magic kit at Toys-R-Us.
However, there was one cannister that caught my eye. Blue with red end-caps. A friend was sitting nearby while I worked at the thing; I could tell that it was supposed to come apart, but the wood had warped, and the metal fittings had rusted, so it was a bit of a challenge.
At last the cap came loose, and I jumped about three feet when the pair of ancient cloth-and-spring snakes jumped out at me.
I couldn't believe that I'd fallen for what was actually and literally a very old joke. The cannister had been waiting since before my birth to surprise some hapless investigator, so I took a certain satisfaction in knowing that The Great Claire had fooled one last audience.
Such is life!
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