Ben shrugged. "Not so amazing. We had a little belt made. About—" he stretched the thumb and middle finger of one hand "—six inches high, maybe an inch-and-a-half thick. It was a transmitter, actually—a miniature radio station."
"But I never saw any wires. What did he have, batteries?"
"Transistors. Like the astronauts in the space capsules. He wore the whole thing under his clothes. We had an amplifier in the wings to pick up the signal and beam it out to the house speakers." Ben laughed. "It probably loused up a few radios in the neighborhood but it worked."
"I think it's just incredible. That little voice!"
Years later, when the New York dentist replaced Gabriel's old steel fillings, he explained to him about the music. Gabriel had been receiving radio signals in the bits of metal in his head, he said. He was very scientific about it, even drawing a little diagram to show him how the radiator had helped ground him. Gabriel listened politely and smiled but said nothing. To him it was still a miracle.
THE END