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"is that the juice from this

fifteen cent battery goes through this cheap rheostat to those
meaningless coils in the model and absolutely nothing happens. Now
tell me what really flies the thing. If I'm going to drop eighteen bucks
for six-bits worth of tin, I want to know what I'm getting."
The demonstrator flushed. "I'm sorry, sir," he stammered. "I wasn't
trying to hide anything. Like any magic trick this one can't be really
demonstrated until it has been purchased." He leaned forward and
whispered confidentially. "I'll tell you what I'll do though. This thing is
way overpriced and hasn't been moving at all. The manager said I could
let them go at three dollars if I could find any takers. If you want to buy
it for that price...."
"Sold, my boy!" the colonel said, slamming three bills down on the
table. "I'll give that much for it no matter how it works. The boys in the
shop will get a kick out of it," he tapped the winged rocket on his chest.
"Now really--what holds it up?"
The demonstrator looked around carefully, then pointed. "Strings!" he
said. "Or rather a black thread. It runs from the top of the model,
through a tiny loop in the ceiling, and back down to my hand--tied to
this ring on my finger. When I back up--the model rises. It's as simple
as that."
"All good illusions are simple," the colonel grunted, tracing the black
thread with his eye. "As long as there is plenty of flimflam to distract
the viewer."
"If you don't have a black table, a black cloth will do," the young man
said. "And the arch of a doorway is a good site, just see that the room in
back is dark."
"Wrap it up, my boy, I wasn't born yesterday. I'm an old hand at this
kind of thing."
* * * * *
Biff Hawton sprang it at the next Thursday-night poker party. The gang

were all missile men and they cheered and jeered as he hammed up the
introduction.
"Let me copy the diagram, Biff, I could use some of those magnetic
waves in the new bird!"
"Those flashlight batteries are cheaper than lox, this is the thing of the
future!"
Only Teddy Kaner caught wise as the flight began. He was an amateur
magician and spotted the gimmick at once. He kept silent with
professional courtesy, and smiled ironically as the rest of the bunch
grew silent one by one. The colonel was a good showman and he had
set the scene well. He almost had them believing in the Space Wave
Tapper before he was through. When the model had landed and he had
switched it off he couldn't stop them from crowding around the table.
"A thread!" one of the engineers shouted, almost with relief, and they
all laughed along with him.
"Too bad," the head project physicist said, "I was hoping that a little
Space Wave Tapping could help us out. Let me try a flight with it."
"Teddy Kaner first," Biff announced. "He spotted it while you were all
watching the flashing lights, only he didn't say anything."
Kaner slipped the ring with the black thread over his finger and started
to step back.
"You have to turn the switch on first," Biff said.
"I know," Kaner smiled. "But that's part of illusion--the spiel and the
misdirection. I'm going to try this cold first, so I can get it moving up
and down smoothly, then go through it with the whole works."
[Illustration: ILLUSTRATED BY BREY]
He moved his hand back smoothly, in a professional manner that drew
no attention to it. The model lifted from the table--then crashed back

down.
"The thread broke," Kaner said.
"You jerked it, instead of pulling smoothly," Biff said and knotted the
broken thread. "Here let me show you how to do it."
The thread broke again when Biff tried it, which got a good laugh that
made his collar a little warm. Someone mentioned the poker game.
This was the only time that poker was mentioned or even remembered
that night. Because very soon after this they found that the thread
would lift the model only when the switch was on and two and a half
volts flowing through the joke coils. With the current turned off the
model was too heavy to lift. The thread broke every time.
* * * * *
"I still think it's a screwy idea," the young man said. "One week getting
fallen arches, demonstrating those toy ships for every brat within a
thousand miles. Then selling the things for three bucks when they must
have cost at least a hundred dollars apiece to make."
"But you did sell the ten of them to people who would be interested?"