Mystery Wings

dark corner of his closet. "It's still there. The thought-camera is

excitement. He was like a very sma

tle Chinaman's test and the sadly muddled thoughts the camera h

king off into the night and thinking. Wonder what those thoughts are like. I'd

en much of life. At times he talked of those days long gone by. For the most part he sat in his great chai

hought-camera. There followed a low buzzing sound. Johnny's heart leaped. The camera was

y by the cricket's chirp and the distant bullfr

irred. "What's that

ohnny's voice tr

a new sort of cricket,

ra. The sound ceased. "Well, guess I'll go up," he sai

ight,

hair in his room to calm himself. Then, after shaking his fingers

, he set it revolving in that other magic box that was supposed to devel

placed the film in the microscope-lik

ing into the brass tube, spellbound.

s were focussed upon the thing before him. In that

st he sank into a chair, "nothi

y that so often hamper the speech of old men, were recorded the golden thoughts of

d himself, "then I'll have

ecord his thoughts night after night. They'll never

eaming of the marvelous things he

nly he knows the secret of it. How long am I to have

ing. He was to carry the camera to the Chinese Chamber of Commerce. He was to point it

hy?" Distur

graph, so, naturally a picture of your thoughts is a think-o-graph. There now!" he chuckled to himself, "I've coined a brand new word. And if

ot remain in the world one secret that could be kept, that was certain. All the secrets between nations would be at an end. Spies would lose their jobs.