“Where does the diode come in?” Ames asked.
“The picture signal could have been trans—
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mitted for miles by infrared beam, and neither Enterprises nor the FCC would have detected it.”
Ames rubbed his jaw worriedly. “It’s a cinch we’re up against a clever and highly scientific enemy. If only we knew what they were after!”
“Did you check on Gus’s partner?” Tom asked.
“Yes, and got nowhere. The named he used was Fred Flamm. He told Gus he was a businessman with money to invest-that he’d like to form a partnership and would put up cash to open a new diner at Fernwood, with Gus managing both places.”
“The whole deal was just an excuse to erect that revolving sign,” Tom reasoned. “Gus made a good front man.”
Ames agreed. “And it must have been Flamm who sent Sturko and his partner around to ask for the job of erecting the sign.”
“Does Gus have Flamm’s address?” Tom inquired.
Ames reported that the mysterious partner had pretended to have an office in New York City. “But it turns out to be just a telephone-answering service. The people there have seen Flamm only once or twice and know nothing about him.”
After Ames left, Tom held a conference in his laboratory with Dr. Grimsey, Felix Wong, and Arv Hanson. All three had finished work on the gear Tom had assigned them to develop. The telejector was tested, using space dust instead of GALLEY SPOOK 65
the bioluminescent mist. Tom was delighted with the sharp three-dimensional images.
The young inventor explained his plan to send robots to the Green Orb, equipped with telejector cameras to transmit 3-D scenes back to earth.
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