1My father was always interested in magic and carnival tricks, and wanting to see how they worked. One of the things he knew about was mindreaders. When he was a little boy, growing up in a small town called Patchogue, in the middle of Long Island, it was announced on advertisements posted all over that a mindreader was coming next Wednesday. The posters said that some respected citizens ­­ the mayor, a judge, a banker ­­ should take a five­dollar bill and hide it somewhere, and when the mindreader came to town, he would find it.

2When he came, the people gathered around to watch him do his work. He takes the hands of the banker and the judge, who had hidden the five­dollar bill, and starts to walk down the street. He gets to an intersection, turns the corner, walks down another street, then another, to the correct house. He goes with them, always holding their hands, into the house, up to the second floor, into the right room, walks up to a bureau, lets go of their hands, opens the correct drawer, and there's the five­dollar bill. Very dramatic!

3In those days it was difficult to get a good education, so the mindreader was hired as a tutor for my father. Well, my father, after one of his lessons, asked the mindreader how he was able to find the money without anyone telling him where it was.

4The mindreader explained that you hold onto their hands, loosely, and as you move, you jiggle a little bit. You come to an intersection, where you can go forward, to the left, or to the right. You jiggle a little bit to the left, and if it's incorrect, you feel a certain amount of resistance, because they don't expect you to move that way. But when you move in the right direction, because they think you might be able to do it, they give way more easily, and there's no resistance. So you must always be jiggling a little bit, testing out which seems to be the easiest way.

5My father told me the story and said he thought it would still take a lot of practice.

6He never tried it himself.

7Later, when I was doing graduate work at Princeton, I decided to try it on a fellow named Bill Woodward. I suddenly announced that I was a mindreader, and could read his mind. I told him to go into the "laboratory" ­­ a big room with rows of tables covered with equipment of various kinds, with electric circuits, tools, and junk all over the place ­ ­ pick out a certain object, somewhere, and come out. I explained, "Now I'll read your mind and take you right up to the object." He went into the lab, noted a particular object, and came out. I took his hand and started jiggling. We went down this aisle, then that one, right to the object. We tried it three times. One time I got the object right on ­­ and it was in the middle of a whole bunch of stuff. Another time I went to the right place but missed the object by a few inches ­­ wrong object. The third time, something went wrong. But it worked better than I thought. It was very easy.

8Some time after that, when I was about twenty­six or so, my father and I went to Atlantic City, where they had various carnival things going on outdoors. While my father was doing some business, I went to see a mindreader. He was seated on the stage with his back to the audience, dressed in robes and wearing a great big turban. He had an assistant, a little guy who was running around through the audience, saying things like, "Oh, Great Master, what is the color of this pocketbook?" "Blue!" says the master.

9"And oh, Illustrious Sir, what is the name of this woman?" "Marie!"

10Some guy gets up: "What's my name?"

11"Henry."

12I get up and say, "What's my name?"

13He doesn't answer. The other guy was obviously a confederate, but I couldn't figure out how the mindreader did the other tricks, like telling the color of the pocketbook. Did he wear earphones underneath the turban?

14When I met up with my father, I told him about it. He said, "They have a code worked out, but I don't know what it is. Let's go back and find out." We went back to the place, and my father said to me, "Here's fifty cents. Go get your fortune read in the booth back there, and I'll see you in half an hour." I knew what he was doing. He was going to tell the man a story, and it would go smoother if his son wasn't there going, "Ooh, ooh!" all the time. He had to get me out of the way.

15When he came back he told me the whole code: "Blue is 'Oh, Great Master,' Green is 'Oh, Most Knowledgeable One,'" and so forth. He explained, "I went up to him, afterwards, and told him I used to do a show in Patchogue, and we had a code, but it couldn't do many numbers, and the range of colors was shorter. I asked him, 'How do you carry so much information?'"

16The mindreader was so proud of his code that he sat down and explained the whole works to my father. My father was a salesman. He could set up a situation like that.

17I can't do stuff like that.