Twenty minutes later Doc Simpson called. “He’s got a temperature of 105, Tom. No other symptoms that I can detect.” The medic sounded 70 3-D TELEJECTOR
puzzled. “I’ve given him an antibiotic. It’s probably a virus.”
“Okay. Thanks, Doc. Keep me posted.” Tom hung up, somewhat worried.
It was almost six o’clock when Bud came bursting into the laboratory, wearing a white shirt, sport coat, and slacks. “Hey, genius boy! Don’t tell me you forgot our double date?”
Tom looked at Bud blankly, then gave a sheepish grin. “Well, now that you mention it …”
The young inventor washed and changed clothes in the one-room apartment adjoining his lab. Then the boys picked up Sandy and Phyl and drove to the Colonial Inn for dinner. The girls still refused to tell what they had planned for the evening.
“But as I said before,” Sandy added with a giggle, “Tom should find it very appropriate with that oversized brain of his.”
After they left the inn, Sandy told Bud where to drive. Soon they came to a theater in Shopton. The brightly lighted marquee announced: the amazing lunario-world’s greatest mind readeri
CHAPTER IX
LUNARIO’S WARNING
“A mind reader!” Bud chuckled as he turned into the theater parking lot.
“Listen, if the Great Lunario expects to read Tom Swift’s mind, he’d better know calculus and computer language!”
“He’s good!” Sandy insisted. “We were lucky to get him for this benefit show.”
“Who’s being benefited?” Tom asked.
“The Handicapped Children’s Fund.” Phyl explained that several local clubs were sponsoring the show. “There’ll be some song and dance acts, too, but Lunario is our big attraction.”