He sat back. He was trembling a little. His hands felt clammy. But he soon got hold of himself. He looked at the control room clock. One thirty-three. The guys would be back in about twenty minutes. He had to hurry. He killed the power, switched on his work lamp, and peered into the innards of the fused, mutilated matting amplifier. From the storing case he hauled out the complete circuit blueprint, and set to work. The next fifteen minutes were spent in sketching in new connections and bridges and crossing out old ones on the drawings. Then Don carefully fished out the paper clip spiral and deliberately dropped the heavy work light into the amplifier. There was the sharp noise of splintering tubes. Stuffing the corrected circuit blueprints in his pocket Don hurriedly left the studio minutes before the crew returned to continue their rehearsal for “The Planeteers.” Don walked quickly through the mid-day crowd towards the park. Barnes would have his hide--first for wrecking the matting amplifier and secondly for walking out on the rehearsal. But he desperately needed time to think. So what if he was fired! It was a _big_ thing he’d come across. He had immediately recognized the tremendous possibilities of his accidental discovery. It had been simple for him to analyze the circuit changes produced by the paper clip spiral and to realize that it would literally be child’s play to construct a single camera which could be focused on any given area and pick up an image regardless of whatever obstacles might lay between, unknown to anyone in the area! With this camera he could reach in anywhere with an invisible, all-seeing eye. And he was the only one who had this secret. Reflexively he touched the pocket which held his notes. He definitely did not want to give this discovery to the network. He still remembered and resented that objectionable clause in his employment contract: _I will assign to you irrevocably any and all rights I may have or get to all “inventions” made by me alone or with others, whether during or outside of my regular working hours._ Like hell he would! This was one thing that number one boy wasn’t giving away. There was a mint to be made--and Donny boy was going to make it! It was a warm, sunny day. Don hunted up a quiet corner in the park and relaxed on the grass. He had some tall thinking to do.