Dr. Wolstadt shook his head. "No. This is a most unusual case. Mr. Merriwether, according to the FBI reports, had a terrible memory before the accident happened. He is actually a very intelligent man, but he always forgot things, and that made him look stupid. "But, fortunately, it meant that his memory was almost a total blank. Therefore, the ray could implant all this data on his memory. "It's like recording something on an L-P disc. If it already has music on it, the recorder just ruins the disc. But if it's blank, the recorder puts music on it. You see?" "Then if it had hit anyone but me--" Phil began. "--it would probably have driven them insane," said Dr. Wolstadt. "That still leaves us the problem of what to do with Mr. Merriwether," said the President. "I think I have an idea," Phil said. "Want to hear it?" * * * * * Some months later, two men arrived by air in the city of Moscow. One of them went directly to the American Embassy. In his brief case was a small, very compact machine. The Ambassador shook his hand warmly. "The President told me to give you the run of the place, Dr. Wolstadt. What are you going to do?" "I'm sorry," said Wolstadt, "but I cannot tell even you. All I require is a room in the Embassy which faces the Kremlin." "That can be arranged. But where is your companion? I understood there were to be two of you." "He is, shall we say, taking a stroll around Moscow." "But he can't do that!" the Ambassador said. "The President said he was the most valuable man on Earth! He might get arrested." "That is the chance we have to take. Now if you'll show me to that room, I'll go about my business." Some distance away, on the opposite side of the Kremlin from the American Embassy, Philip Merriwether, the most valuable spy that ever existed, waited patiently for the ray that would be generated inside the Embassy to strike his head. In a few seconds, he would know even more than he already did. He smiled happily. This was the life! THE END