The Electronic Mind Reader

by John Blaine

  “I think the order of events is clear enough,” Steve concluded.“Any questions?”

  Barby had one. “I don’t understand about Dr. Marks. Did they turn on the mind reader from the train?”

  “Probably.The man on the train apparently had a two-section gadget in a suitcase. One part took the EEG and the other sent out the signal that did the damage. He waited until the train was pulling out of the station before turning on the record section. Then all he had to do was get off atNew York . We haven’t found him, or his machine. But we will.Any other questions?”

  “Why did the barber move to Whiteside, if he didn’t intend to tape anyone?” Weiss asked.

  “The barbershop in any small town is a good central location for keeping track of goings-on in town.

  I think that’s all he had in mind-besides the fact that barbering was his trade. If Vince Lardner hadn’t needed an assistant, he probably would have moved into one of the summer colonies, or gotten some other kind of job. We can’t be sure.”

  Rick asked, “Are there any machines in existence besides these two and the missing one from the train?”

  “We don’t know. But it doesn’t matter. The enemy now knows we’re onto the system and can’t expect to get away with it again. Besides, Dr. Winston says a countermeasure is easily arranged, to be used when we suspect the mind readers might make another try.”

  “Who are these people?” Jan demanded.

  Steve grinned.“Unfriendly agents. Seriously, Jan, we aren’t sure about their employers.

  It will take some backbreaking investigation to get the whole story, because the files show nothing on any of them. That means they were deep-cover agents, kept hidden until there was something important enough to bring them out. We may never get the whole story.”

  “Won’t they talk?” Scotty asked.

  “They haven’t yet. They may. But, anyway, we’d have to check on their stories.Any other questions? Okay, I’m finished. Dr. Winston will take over at this point.”

  The cyberneticist came to the front of the room. “We have something here,” he stated,

  “but we don’t yet know what it is. And, curiously enough, from the crude nature of the machines, I doubt that the enemy knows, either. If we have to speculate-and I guess we do-we might guess that sometime, in an enemy EEG laboratory, some experiment

  resulted in a subject having his mind erased. It was probably an accident that the enemy exploited without knowing how it worked.”

  “Can’t we even guess how it works?” Weiss asked.

  “Approximately, without knowing the physiology of it.The EEG recording is simply fed

  into a gadget that modulates a carrier wave. The carrier is an average frequency for brain patterns. In effect, the thing simply transmits the man’s own pattern back to him. Why that should produce trauma of the kind we have seen is a mystery.” The scientist gestured to the TV receiver. “The transmitter is incorporated into the TV chassis, and the

  ‘rabbit ears’ act as an antenna when adjusted properly. The recorder is a simple EEG

  mechanism.”

  Winston smiled. “You may be sure we’re not through with this apparatus. I’m leaving the project immediately to set up a new team with Chavez, for the investigation ofthis phenomena . It may be another major key to the physiology of the brain.”

  “Do you mean we know nothing more than you’ve told us?” Rick asked.

  “Nothing more, Rick. Oh, are you wondering about the barber’s machine? Actually, the massage gadgets acted as electrodes, and the massage oil did very well in making good contact. It was a simple setup.”

  There were no questions for Parnell Winston. Steve took over. “In a short time we’ll take the prisoners off your hands. Joe Blake and two men will remain as guards, but I think we have nothing more to worry about beyond routine security.”

  “I just remembered,” Rick interrupted.“How about the elevator operator?”

  “We picked him up, but he didn’t know a thing. The barber paid him in free haircuts to keep track of people coming and going from the fourth floor. That’s all. He didn’t know why.”

  Joe Blake came in the door.“Motor whaleboat coming, Steve. Shall we take the

  prisoners to the landing?”

  “Yes, Joe. Please.”

  Barby looked at Steve speculatively.“How about the houseboat?”

  “Well, how about it? Haven’t you seen enough of it?”

  Barby smiled. “It would be very nice, if it were only another color. What will happen to it?”

  “A coastguardman will be after it tomorrow. It will be impounded for a while. After that it may be sold for public auction, or it may revert to the owner’s estate. It depends on the court.”

  Barby looked a little disappointed. “Oh, well, we don’t really need a houseboat, anyway.”

  The group broke up as Joe and his partner walked the prisoners across the island to the landing. In a short time the motor whaleboat was speeding to the horizon where a cutter waited.

  Rick took a last look. That just about closed the case. The remaining details probably would never be known to the Spindrift group.

  “Can’t anything be done for Dr. Marks and the other scientists?” he asked Parnell Winston.

  Winston shook his head. “No, Rick. We’re afraid to tamper, for fear of making things worse. But I neglected to tell you one very important item. The first scientist stricken is becoming rational again, or at least we hope so. Yesterday he asked for food. A short time later he picked up a pencil and paper and began to work out an equation, one connected with the project. Apparently the equation was the last thing he had been working on when the mind reader struck. So we hope and believe that nature is healing the damage. There is no evidence of tissue destruction, so perhaps complete recovery is possible. It’s a question of waiting and watching.”

  Within two weeks Rick had an opportunity to see for himself, because the two scientists fromWashington joined the Spindrift group. They were fully recovered, with only vague memories of the period when their minds were not functioning. And Dr. Marks was reported well on the way to normalcy.

  The project was almost at an end, with only a few final checks needed on the critical equations. The Morrisons had already set a day for their departure- to Barby’s great unhappiness.

  As Barby said at dinner one night, “I didn’t realize how lonely it gets sometimes without another girl on the island. Until Jan came, that is. Now she’s going, and I wish she weren’t.”

  “I’d love to stay,” Jan said. “Really I would.”

  Hartson Brant arrived in time to hear the last exchange. He had left the table briefly to take a phone call. I’m afraid it’s going to be pretty quiet on Spindrift,” he agreed. “It looks as though well be losing Rick and Scotty for a while!”

  Barby wailed, “Not again! Why can’t they stay home for a while?”

  Rick and Scotty had looked up with quick interest at the scientist’s words.

  “We’ve been home for weeks,” Rick replied. His eyes were on the slip of paper in his father’s hand. “Dad, what is it? Where are we going?”

  “Read it aloud,” Hartson Brant suggested. He handed Rick the slip.

  Rick scanned it quickly. It was a telegram that his father had taken over the phone.

  Rick’s pulse quickened. Dr. Gordon, who had been at work on a secret rocket project in the far west, had wired:

  ARRIVING TOMORROW.NEED RICK AND SCOTTY FOR SPECIALWORK.

  URGE THEY BE READY TO DEPART IN THREE DAYS EQUIPPED FOR

  EXTENDED STAY AT DESERT BASE.

  Rick’s eyes met Scotty’s as he finished reading. “Desert base,” he repeated.

  Scottygrinned his delight. “John. Gordon’s rocket base is in the desert. He must want us there.”

  “But why?”Barby demanded. “You’re not rocket experts. Why, even when we had the moon rocket here, you didn’t work on the rocket itself.”

  That was perfectly
true. Rick shrugged. “You know as much as we do, Sis.”

  Hartson Brant stirred his coffee thoughtfully. “I have a hunch,” he said. “From the tone of the wire, I suspect John is in some kind of difficulty. Surely he doesn’t want you as technicians, but it’s not beyond the bounds of possibility that he needs a little detective work done.”

  It made sense to Rick. But what kind of detective work could he and Scotty do at a highly guarded and secret government base? He fought down the impulse to run up to his room and start packing. Gordon had said in three days. There was plenty of time.

  Except that Rick knew he’d be dizzy with wondering until John Gordon gave them more information.

  The Morrisons rose to the occasion beautifully. “We wouldn’t want Barby to be without any companions of her own age here,” Mrs. Morrison said quickly. “If it’s all right, I’m sure we can let Jan remain until the boys return.”

  The girls beamed without saying a word,then they broke into excited chatter. Rick and Scotty retired to the front porch and grinned at each other.

  “If Dad is right, this is going to be plenty of fun,” Scotty said happily. “I’ve always wanted to get close to the big rockets.”

  “Well find out,” Rick said. “And if John Gordon has a mystery, we’re the pair who can solve it for him.”

  Later, Rick’s words returned to him under the most unusual and terrifying

  circumstances of his entire life. The story of the project that led to Rick’s greatest adventure will be told in the next Rick Brant Science-Adventure mystery.

  THE END

  THE ELECTRONIC MIND READER

  A RICK BRANT SCIENCE-ADVENTURE STORY, No. 12

  BY JOHN BLAINE