"Yes. And it means at least one of the results of our experiments are going to be sensational. The pineal gland may be the answer to perfect psychiatric diagnosis, because it seems that it translates the brain waves into actual pictures." "The pineal gland--an eye in reverse!" he gasped. "Exactly. And now, I'll leave you. And if you don't care to show me these particular pictures, I'll...." "Judging from what I was thinking initially, it's going to be a pleasure!" he said. She swept furiously from the room. * * * * * Two hours later he seated her before the projection screen and went back to the projector. "If you're sure this isn't going to embarrass you...." she began. "It won't," he assured her. "I haven't seen any of it yet, except a few interesting glimpses I caught in the darkroom. But if you look like some of the things I saw...." "Just what do you mean?" "Wait and see." He switched on the projector and came back to sit down beside her. As the first picture appeared on the screen, only an indistinct white pillar was visible. It swirled, thickened, grew more distinct. A face appeared. "It's you," he said. "Yes," she said. "And then I turned up the power to bring the image up stronger." The image on the screen clarified. He drew a long breath. "Nice!" he breathed. "And I gather that's where you socked me?" "Don't you think I should have? Is that all you've ever got in your head...." "Wait a minute," he said in a strained voice. "There's more of what's in my head, apparently. But I swear I never saw any of _that_ before!" The two watched in amazement as the dim confines of the weird valley flashed on the screen. They saw the shadowy bulk of the monster moving about. Then abruptly the scene changed, and Mary gasped. "Brannan!" she choked. "But how evil he looks!" "Oh, I don't know.... That's the way I picture him...." "In a long cloak?" she asked. "And with a dagger," he agreed. Now Mary gasped again. "It's you--carrying me down a cliff!" "Regular Batman, ain't I?" She snorted. And snorted again as the film reached the point where she threw her arms around his neck and received his kiss. "You don't like that?" he asked. She tossed her head, but didn't reply. Her eyes were intent on the screen. Suddenly she snickered. "Look at you!" she exclaimed. "You'd think you were preparing to protect me from the Devil, or something, the way you push me behind that rock and get ready with your gun. What's coming next--Indians?" "Better than that," he said drily. "If that's an Indian, I'm a pop bottle cork...." She screamed involuntarily, then caught herself. "What a foul looking beast," she said. "So that's what you have in your mind!" "Looks like I don't intend to keep him there," he remarked. He watched with interest as his shots took effect on the monster and it crashed to the valley floor. "Too bad we don't have sound effects."