Man Who Knew Everything

strange doctor we're good evening come in on show where I was the murder you seem a bit pale have you been working too hard possibly a story might have relaxed you a story say are a man who could read other men's minds and who felt sure his strange power would make him tremendously wealthy I call his story

The man who knew everything. My story, the man who knew everything, begins in the crystal club, a lavish nightclub. A small man, very old, clad in robes of yellow silk, moves from table to table. He carries a small crystal ball into which he peers as he tells diners their most secret thoughts. He calls himself Randor the

Mr. Watching him from the doorway are three men. Nick Thompson owner of the club, Rocky broken his bodyguard. And Jerry sent him the press agent who handles Randor's affairs. Really an act, Randor. Is it Jerry?

What I'd like to know is is it a gag or is it on the level? It's on the level, all right. You really can look inside your mind, Nick. Don't stand away from him. I don't want anybody reading my mind.

I know too much about myself already. I'll be on the level. What's she doing working in the nightclub back? Why doesn't he use this little trick to clean up big? He says it's dangerous to use powers like that for yourself.

He asked me out of these bugs. I'll say. Imagine being able to read the combination of a bank wall from the cashiest mind. Gee. It would be handy. Nick, I got to do an errand.

If Ryan the rest for me, tell him I'll be back before the midnight show, will you? Slipping from the club, Jerry Fenton of humans later, let himself into the small apartment where his employer, Randor, lived alone.