The Electronic Mind Reader

by John Blaine

  Jerry Webster flexed an arm that appeared to be aching. “Sure that won’t conflict with your security people?” he asked.

  Rick assumed an air of wide-eyed innocence. “Now, Jerry! Who said anything about security people? I just suggested you notify the State Police. Who else would you notify

  when someone attacks you?”

  Duke climbed into the car. “Come on, Jerry. We’ll get no satisfaction out of these two.

  Let’s go rub liniment on our wounds, and then we’ll make a report to the State Police.

  Good night, lads. And I hope your mystery bites you. Let me know if it does, so I can say ‘I told you so’ in print.”

  The boys waved as Duke drove off, leaving them in darkness. As they made their way back to the speedboat, Rick spoke his thoughts aloud.

  “I guess the enemy uses muscles, too, huh?”

  Scotty answered thoughtfully, “Looks like it.Unless they really were holdup men.”

  Rick shook his head, even though Scotty couldn’t see the reaction.“Pretty unlikely. But suppose the enemy kept a watch on movements in and out of Spindrift? From a distance they might assume that Duke was Morrison. So it would make sense for them to keep a watch at the pier in case he came back-which he did.”

  “And when he came back, they’d either murder him or kidnap him?” Scotty sounded disbelieving. “I doubt it. Nothing the enemy has done so far points to that kind of tactic.

  Why should they start using muscle methods now?”

  Rick had no good answer. “Let’s step on it,” he said. “We have to report this. I have a hunch the Boy Scout team is going to be scouring the woods around here tonight.”

  CHAPTER XII

  The Coast Guard Draws a Blank

  Rick said quietly, “And so the wolf ate Little Red Riding Hood, and when the

  grandmother heard about it she said-“

  Barby’s voice erupted in the tiny earphone plug in Rick’s ear. “I don’t think that’s very funny, Rick Brant!”

  Scotty spoke up. “Barby doesn’t like realism in her fairy tales.”

  Barby answered, “I don’t think you’re very funny either, Donald Scott!” Her voice faded on the last word.

  Rick asked quickly, “Barby, did you move then?”

  “No, Rick. Why?”

  “You faded. Scotty, did you notice a fade?”

  “Negative. I did not.”

  Rick asked, “Barby, please recite something.”

  “Recite what?”

  “Anything.”

  Barby began, “She walks in beauty like the night . . .”

  Rick turned slowly, listening for differences in strength of signal received.

  Scotty interrupted. “Hey, what’s that?”

  “Lord Byron,” Barby said loftily. “I wouldn’t expect you to know.”

  Rick had it now. “Okay,” he called. “Come on in.”

  He had been standing on the front porch of the Brant home. Scotty was inside the laboratory building, while Barby and Jan were at Pirate’s Field. Presently Scotty joined him and grinned. “Workgood ?”

  “Perfect.”

  Barby and Jan came through the orchard and up on the porch. Barby was wearing an ornamental plastic head band, not too gaudy for daytime wear, but not too simple for anything dressy. She had arranged her hair so the gadget was hardly noticeable. A wave of smooth blond hair hid the little bump made by the battery.

  “Technically,” Barby stated, “it worked fine. But the program material was terrible.”

  The boys chuckled. “How do you know it was technically fine?” Scotty teased.

  Barby looked at him coolly.“Because I heard Rick perfectly.”

  “And I heard you and Scotty,” Rick agreed. “All three units work fine. Have you switched them off?”

  Bar by reached up and seemed to pat her hair slightly. “I forgot,” she admitted. “Now it’s off.”

  Rick looked at Jan. “Could you hear me through Barby’s phone while I was talking?”

  Jan shook her head. “No, I couldn’t. I was listening, too. These are wonderful, Rick.”

  He smiled his thanks. “One interesting thing, though. I should have known, but it didn’t occur to me. The receivers are directional.”

  “What’s that?” Barby asked.

  “Directional. The antenna is a tiny coil. When it’s broadside to the incoming signal, the volume is loudest, but when it’s end on, the volume is much less. So, if you can’t hear well, just turn sideways. Turn until the signal is loudest.”

  Scotty took his transceiver from his pocket and examined it with pride. It was no larger than a pack of playing cards, and its sensitive microphone was incorporated right into the case. The tiny antenna was a piece of stiff steel wire only two inches long. The whole gadget fitted easily into an inside coat pocket without a noticeable bulge.

  Barby’s rig was slightly different. The antenna ran along one edge of the plastic strip. At one end the microphone was in contact with her head just above the ear, allowing for transmission of voice by bone conduction, a new method developed by the United States Air Force. At the other end of the band a tiny speaker made similar contact. Rick had worried about the effectiveness of both mike and phone, since he had never used the types before, but the design had turned out very well.

  “Pretty neat if we do say so,” Scotty admitted modestly.

  “For once I agree with you,” Barby said generously.“Now what, Rick? There isn’t anything more to do, is there?”

  “Not on these.” But there was more to do along other lines. He was waiting for word from JANIG. Barby and Jan disappeared and returned in a few moments with iced drinks. The boys accepted them gratefully. It was a warm day.

  “How about a swim?”Scotty suggested.

  Rick was about to point out that they might have work to do when Joe Blake, the JANIG agent in charge at the laboratory, hailed him. Rick ran to meet the agent.

  “The boys on the mainland didn’t turn up a thing,” Blake reported. “They searched from a half mile south of the pier to a half mile north. No pram anywhere.”

  Rick snapped his fingers. “I had a hunch they wouldn’t! Okay. I’m going to take off right now and search the coast. If that pram wasn’t connected with the attack on Duke and Jerry, I’ll eat it.”

  “Good luck,” Blake said. “Let me know if you need any help.”

  Rick hurried back to the porch. The JANIG scout team had reported early in the morning that the pram was gone from the pier. They had been covering the Whiteside area most of the night, searching for some sign of the pair that had attacked Rick’s friends, but had turned up nothing suspicious.

  Then, at Rick’s suggestion, they had undertaken a search for the pram. His point was simply that he had never seen a pram in the Whiteside area- something that strangers would not have known. They might have figured that tying up in plain sight was the best way of hiding their boat. It would have been, if prams had been more common.

  He motioned to Scotty. “Let’s go. No sign of the pram.”

  Barby rose instantly. “Can we go with you?”

  Rick considered,then nodded. He could see no objection to taking them on what could only be a short plane trip.

  As they hurried to the plane, Scotty said, “What bothers me is, whydidn’t the JANIG

  team have someone at the landing?”

  “They did,” Rick replied. “I asked the same question. Their roving patrol had been by there a short time earlier, but saw nothing suspicious. After all, they can’t post men everywhere.So two of them take turns keeping watch on the tidal flats, in case anyone tries to cross from the mainland directly to here. The other two keep moving.”

  “But it’s funny anyone would attack Duke and Jerry,” Barby objected. “It isn’t . . . well, logical.”

  Rick grinned. Logic and his sister had never become well acquainted. He answered,

  “Suppose the enemy had been keeping track of movements by water to Spindrift? That


  isn’t farfetched. They could do it easily without being noticed. Then, late yesterday, they saw two men get in a boat and come to the island. They were probably watching from cover. And what did they see?”

  Jan answered excitedly, “Jerry, and a man who looked like my father!”

  “That’s it, Jan. So, if I guess correctly, they waited, hoping the man they thought was Dr. Morrison would come back. And he did, and they were waiting.”

  “Sounds reasonable,” Scotty agreed.“Except for one small thing. Why attack Dr.

  Morrison when all they have to do is turn on a gadget and his mind goes blank?”

  Jan shuddered visibly. Scotty added hurriedly, “Sorry, Jan.”

  “Maybe it’s not that simple,” Rick said thoughtfully. “If they only have to turn on a gadget, why did they need to drug Dr. Marks?”

  There was no answer to that. As soon as they were air-borne, Rick headed north, searching the coastline, swinging low now and then to examine marinas where numbers of boats were tied up. Scotty kept the binoculars working, but there was no sign of a pram.

  “Do you suppose it’s under cover somewhere?” Barby asked.

  Rick shrugged.“Maybe. They might cover it if they thought anyone would come

  looking for it.”

  “They’ll surely think of that, won’t they?” Barby asked.

  “Not necessarily. After all, they tied up at the pier in plain sight. I think they assumed no one would worry about a small rowboat. They just didn’t know prams are

  uncommon.”

  Scotty put the glasses down for a moment and rubbed his eyes. “How far could they have come, anyway? We’re miles above Spindrift, and no one would row that far.”

  He was right, of course. Rick admitted, “I’ve been racking my brains, and I can’t remember whether or not the pram had an outboard motor. Just as I was about to take a close look, Jerry yelled. Do you remember, Scotty?”

  Scotty shook his head. “But even with an outboard, they probably wouldn’t have come this far.”

  “Check.” Rick swung the Sky Wagon around and headed south on a straight course to Spindrift. As the fast little plane passed over the Brant house he throttled back and dropped lower. “Let’s start the search again.”

  Every cove was investigated, and anything that might have been a boat was inspected carefully. Then, as they reached the summer colony north ofSeaford , Barby exclaimed,

  “Look! There’s that fancy houseboat again!”

  The houseboat was putting out from land, swinging on a northerly course. Rick saw that it was powered by twin outboards and that it cruised at about fifteen knots.

  Scotty yelled, “Hey! Behind the houseboat! Look at the dory they’re towing!”

  Rick swung low and craned his neck to see. It was! The houseboat used a pram as a tender, and the pram had its own low-power outboard motor.

  “That’s enough,” he said with satisfaction. He kept the Sky Wagon on a southerly course untilSeaford passed below, to keep the houseboaters from thinking the plane’s sole interest had been in them. BeyondSeaford , he picked up Cap’n Mike’s shack across the road from the old windmill.

  “Let’s see if Mike’s home,” he said, and stood the wagon up on a wing. He leveled off in time to buzz low over the old shack, which was not as shabby as it looked, and neat as a ship’s cabin inside,then he pulled up into a screamingImmelman and looked out.

  Cap’n Mike emerged from the shack waving what seemed to be a shirt. Rick waggled his wings in greeting,then did a wing over that brought him back low and fast over the old seaman’s head. Cap’n Mike was grinning broadly as he waved.

  Rick set a course north and slightly inland. In a short time he was back on the water again, taxiing to the Spindrift beach.

  While the others went to the house, he stopped at the lab and reported to Joe Blake that he had found a pram. The agent got what details Rick had, and passed the word to the shore team on the mainland with instructions to follow the houseboat’s movements from shore. Then he went to the phone and called Steve Ames.

  Finally Joe hung up. “Steve says to keep an eye on the houseboat, but to take no action.

  He’s going to do a little investigating.”

  “How?”

  “He didn’t say. But he expects to have something by tonight.”

  With that, Rick had to be satisfied.

  Apparently Steve wasted no time, because Barby answered the phone just before dinner, then called:

  “It’s Steve Ames, Rick!”

  Rick ran to the telephone.

  “Thought I’d let you know,” Steve reported. “I had the Coast Guard pay a visit to your houseboat this afternoon.”

  “You did?” Rick was incredulous. “But that means they’re tipped off now that we’re watching them!”

  Steve sounded hurt. “Fine thing,” he said, wounded.“No faith, huh? Ever hear of the Coast Guard’s courtesy inspection service?”

  “Sure. They’ll inspect your boat for safety.”

  “That’s it. And that’s the gag we used. We sent a brand-new ensign, a real boyish type.

  He checked half a dozen boats before he got to the houseboat. When he pulled alongside and offered a courtesy investigation, they invited him aboard like an old friend.”

  “What did he find?” Rick asked excitedly.

  “Nothing.All was in order, and the boat had plenty of extinguishers, life jackets, and other safety items, so he gave it a clean bill of health. They fed him iced tea and cookies, and waved good-by as if he was their long-lost son.”

  “What kind of people were they?”

  “Two middle-aged couples.Business partners, fromTrenton, and their wives.We got the names from him and checked. They really are partners, in a used-car business. Sorry, Rick. Looks like another dead end. The Coast Guard drew a blank this time.”

  “But there isn’t another pram within miles of Spindrift,” Rick objected.

  “All right.We’ll be keeping an eye on these people, but we have no grounds for any

  action. Any luck with the barber?”

  “We haven’t tried yet,” Rick told him. “Tomorrow’s the day. We’ve been getting the Megabuck network completed in case we need to communicate.”

  “Okay. Good luck, and keep me informed.”

  “I will, Steve.”

  Rick hung up and returned to the porch, deep in thought. To the waiting trio he said, “A blank.Nothing.Looks like the barber is still our best lead.”

  “That houseboat is in it, too,” Barby stated positively.

  “How do you know?” Scotty asked.

  “It’s too flashy,” Barby explained.“Too bright. Really nice people wouldn’t have a boat that color. You wait and see,they’re in this somehow!”

  Rick shook his head, more in sorrow than in anger. “Good thing the boat isn’t bright red,” he said wearily. “That would really be proof they’re criminals!”

  CHAPTER XIII

  The Megabuck Mob Acts

  Barby Brant flew up the stairs and ran down the hall, skidding to a stop in front of Rick’s door. Then, conscious that her burst of speed was less than dignified, she drew herself up and tapped on the door gently.

  Rick had just finished dressing. He opened the door, and his eyebrows went up at Barby’s poorly concealed excitement.

  “What’s up?” he demanded.“Atom bomb ticking in the library or something?”

  Barby made a heroic effort to be casual. “I just thought you might be interested. The houseboat is anchored in North Cove.”

  Rick was very much interested! North Cove was between Spindrift and Whiteside pier.

  He felt a tingle of excitement. Was the enemy closing in?

  “Did you see it?” he asked.

  “No, but Dad did. He went over to pick up the morning papers, and there it was. It must have gone by during the night.”

  “Thanks, Barby,” Rick said absently. His mind was already exploring the possibilities.


  The houseboat had taken up the ideal position for watching comings and goings from Spindrift. The cove was even close enough so the sound of the Sky Wagon’s engine could be heard clearly.

  Yet, according to Steve, the people on it were ordinary enough. There was nothing suspicious about them, except that they had the only pram in the area. He wondered if perhaps the pram had nothing to do with the attack on Duke and Jerry. After all, people on houseboats had to land once in a while, for shopping.

  In the same moment, he realized that Whiteside was closed tight on Sunday evenings.

  There was nothing to be bought. That was when the attack had taken place.

  He ate breakfast with minimum conversation, only vaguely conscious that the others were watching him with interest, aware that he was chewing over the problem in his own fashion.

  After breakfast, Scotty broke in. “Well,what’s all the high-brain activity leading up to?”

  Rick was just about ready. “Couple of things,” he said. “First, we have only two possibilities for enemy contacts in the area. Thehouseboaters, and the barber. There may be others, but we don’t know about them.”

  “All right.What do we do about it?”

  “Well, suppose both are involved. Is that a reasonable assumption?”

  Scotty nodded thoughtfully. “I think so. The barber ties in because he came

  fromWashington , and he has the machine. The houseboaters tie in because of the pram.”

  “Okay. Then if both are involved, they have to contact each other sometime. They have to exchange information, at the very least.”

  Scotty was with him. “And it would be easier for the houseboaters to contact the barber than vice versa.Because everyone has to get a haircut sooner or later.Right?”

  “One hundred percent.So we keep a watch on both. I’ll work it out with Joe Blake. We could keep watch by day, when possibility of contact is greatest because the barbershop is open. The JANIG team on the mainland can keep watch by night, because if the houseboaters and the barber meet at night it will have to be in the woods. Anywhere in town would be too obvious-except for the barbershop.”

  Barby and Jan had listened in silence, but Barby could contain herself no longer. “And we’re going to help!”