February 1943 QST
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a newcomer to the game, it may seem that radio theory already has enough mystery without
adding more. True, the technical journals - even QST, sometimes - do make it a mysterious
subject with their textbook language and complex notations.
But radio isn't really any more mysterious or complex than many a detective story
- at least not after you've read the last page and know "whodunit." The difference lies
in the method of presentation. There may be some utility, then, in the idea of presenting
radio fundamentals in the manner of detective fiction.
That's what this is - a series of radio lessons in the guise of a detective-mystery
yarn. Instead of human characters we'll use another kind - but we'll try to make the
characterizations true and the background and incident realistic. Our purpose is to divert
and entertain you, and perhaps amuse you a little. And if, by accident, you happen to
learn something from this series - if it helps to clarify your understanding of basic
radio theory - well, that's all right, too.
Enjoy this amazing electronics allegory was written by then-QST-editor Clinton B.
De Soto! You might also like another allegory which appeared in a 1965 issue of
Popular Electronics titled, "She
Wore a Red Germanium."
Who Killed the Signal?
A Radio Mystery Serial
By Clinton B. De Soto,* W1CBD
Chapter 1 - "The Thin Man"
The radio receiver stood silent and dark in the dimly-lighted
corner. In other days it had been a thing of vibrant life, its ornate window brilliantly
illuminated with a rich, golden glow. From its recesses spoke miscellaneous voices
crisp, mellow, inveigling, brusque, authoritative, shy. Sometimes the flute-like notes
of code skittered brightly from its tightly-curtained front, and now and then sparkling
music poured forth melodiously.
But that was before. Now the receiver stood in forlorn neglect. Dust gathered on its
metal cover, and a spider spun suspension cables for his web between its louvers and
the wall. The receiver did not much care; indeed, it had no way of knowing. For the heart
had gone out of it. The Signal was dead.
That was the mystery the Great Sleuth faced when he was called in on the case - who killed
Even from the start it was apparent that this was one of the toughest
cases of his career. The Great Sleuth was an amateur, but that implied no reflection
on his ability. Any loyal detectivestory reader knows that the amateur sleuths from
Sherlock Holmes down to Nick Charles are better than the professionals (and if, like
Nick, they are professionals turned amateur or vice versa, that only makes them better
Like any good detective, the first thing the Sleuth did was survey the scene of the
crime. Blowing the dust off the receiver's metal cover, he lifted the lid and peered
inside. It was of twostory construction. Upstairs, on top of the metal floor called
the chassis, lived the larger occupants - an odd assortment of characters with equally
odd names. These characters belonged neither to the animal nor vegetable kingdoms, but
to a special classification of fauna called "parts."
Most of these parts seemed to be members either of the Condenser or Transformer families.
There was Tuning Gang - he was the head of the Condenser family, of course - and an upright
cousin called Filter. Then there were Power, Intermediate Frequency (invariably called
LF. by his buddies in the shop), and Audio Output all Transformers. Tuning Gang had
a business associate named Tuning Dial who lived there with him. Output Transformer lived
in another small house nearby with his inseparable pal Loud Speaker.
A strange thing about the chassis set-up was that most of its occupants had very little
to do with each other directly. Instead, they had a flock of servants called Tubes who
carried things back and forth between them. These Tubes seemed to be everywhere - half
a dozen or more of them. Mostly they were dressed in neat black outfits, but a couple
of the biggest Power Tube and Rectifier Tube - wore gleaming glass ensembles.
Downstairs there was a motley collection of smaller characters. These the Sleuth was
at first inclined to dismiss, but he reflected that it is usually the most unsuspicious
character in a mystery story who turns out to be the guilty party, and so he looked them
There were too many of these little fellows for the
Sleuth to remember all their names, but he noted that quite a few were lesser members
of the Condenser family - R.F. By-Pass, Mixer Coupling, Oscillator Trimmer and so on.
Most numerous of all were the Resistor family; there were dozens of these tough little
fellows. Over near the back there was a mysterious, solitary character called Filter
Choke. Finally there were a number of minor parts - Sockets, Switches, Terminals, and
in a corner a lean, Gary-Cooperish fellow called Power Cord and his assistant, Power
One thing the Sleuth noticed was that a certain social order seemed to exist among
these parts. Most members of both the Resistor and Condenser families used the title
"Fixed" before their names, for example. The most distinguished, however, were called"
Variable" - approximately equivalent to "Honorable" as opposed to plain" Mister," he
The Sleuth looked each part over carefully, but he saw none that seemed an obvious
suspect. Finally he called together his trusted assistants - Ohm Meter, Volt Meter, and
their attractive sister Milly AmMeter - and took them over into the corner. There they
held a conference in whispered tones.
It's one of those blanked color-coded Resistors, I'll bet," Ohm Meter muttered before
anyone else could speak. Sleuth listened tolerantly. Ohm was a mighty valuable man, but
quick to jump to conclusions. It was a toss-up as to whether he or Volt Meter was the
most valuable; but Sleuth knew he could count on either when he needed to verify a connection.
Milly was the one who gave him the most concern - she was a sensitive creature, but she
had little resistance and Sleuth was always afraid that she would get mixed up with a
load beyond her range and burn out.
"Now let's go at this thing in a logical way," Sleuth restrained them. Milly was already
beginning to tremble. "There are a lot of suspects here, and the only way we can track
down the guilty one is to investigate them one by one.
"First of all, though, we've got to decide if this really was murder. Could it have
been an accident - something like a loose connection, you know?"
"Well, there's the wiring -" Ohm said doubtfully. "But I'm a pretty good judge of
continuity and if there was anything wrong I'd know it. I can spot a bad joint before
I ever open the door!"
The Sleuth was pensive. "You're usually right, at
that," he said. "OK - for the present, at least. Now for the next point - how do we know
that it was an inside job? Could an outsider have had anything to do with it?"
There was a moment's silence, and then all three started talking at once. The Sleuth
held up his hand. "All right - all right! I'll say it for you. There are three entrances
to the chassis, which means three places where an outsider might have got to the Signal."
He counted on his fingers. "One, there's the outlet Power Cord uses to take in the
family power supply. Two, there's the cable path between the chassis and the housing
where Output Transformer and Loud Speaker live. Three, there's the little service terminal
where Antenna makes its deliveries."
"Which do we tackle first, boss?" Volt Meter asked alertly, his pointer quivering
"Might as well take them in order," Sleuth replied. "Let's have a talk with Power
Leaving the rest of the parts to wonder what was happening, they went over to the
rear of the chassis.
Power Cord was a thin, elongated character with a chocolate-brown complexion. He was
more than willing to talk.
"Sure, I knew the Signal was dead," he told them eagerly. "I knew it the minute everything
went quiet and all the noise stopped." He lowered his voice. "It all sounds like noise
to me," he added confidentially.
"Can you tell us anything more?" Sleuth asked.
"Well, I remember that about that same time the current stopped coming the way it
always did. I don't know for sure whether it was just then or a little later, but it
was about the same time."
"How did you know?"
"Why, I have to carry the current to the set," Power Cord answered in some surprise.
"Naturally I'd know when I didn't get any."
"That's your job, is it?" Sleuth asked. "To deliver current to the rest of the set?"
"That's right. And it's an important job, too.
Why, they have to have that current in just the right cycles and everything. If they
don't get it - well" His voice dropped to a whisper. "Do you know what I think? I think
the Signal died from electron starvation, just because there wasn't any current!"
Sleuth looked at him carefully. "Maybe you'd better explain all about your job here
and the current and so on."
"Well," Power Cord began, "it's all very simple. This whole set here needs current
- no current, no play. Current is our food. It's all filled with little electrons - vitamins,
maybe you'd call 'em. You want me to tell about the electrons, too?"
The Sleuth nodded. Power Cord sighed, and said, "I guess I'll have to start from the
"Even if you don't know about electrons, you must have heard of molecules. They're
the the smallest units to which anything - wood, metal, water - can be broken down. Everything
is made up of molecules - I am, and you are, too. These molecules are made up of various
combinations of atoms, which are the basic chemical elements. Every substance known
is made up of various combinations of these atoms. There are more than 90 varieties of
"That part's simple enough, but here's where it gets
tougher. When you try to go inside the atom in order to learn what it is made of, you
leave the field of solid physical matter and must think in terms of force. For atoms
are made up of electrons, and electrons, as you might guess from their name, are nothing
more or less than electrical charges -little bits or particles of energy or force. Each
atom contains a number of these electrons, together with a nucleus; the electrons are
believed to rotate about the nucleus much like the planets about the sun.
"The nucleus, in turn, is made up largely of protons and neutrons. The protons are
the opposite of electrons; they have a positive charge, while the electrons have a negative
charge. There is also a large difference in the mass of the two - the proton being about
1860 times heavier than the electron. The neutron has the same mass as the proton but
has no charge."
"That's all well enough, but what has it to do with who killed the Signal?" Ohm Meter
"Plenty - wait and see," Power Cord replied. The Signal was no different from the
rest of us - it was made up of electrons, too. And it needed more electrons all the time
to live. You see, the Signal was an electric current."
"All right then? You've been talking about it enough."
"I'll explain it this way. You might know that when two permanent magnets are placed
together with the north and south poles facing they exert a mutual attraction. In the
same way, a positively-charged nucleus attracts negativelycharged electrons. In many
substances the attraction is so great that the electrons are rigidly held and can be
knocked off only with great difficulty. In other substances, however, the electrons are
not so strongly attracted, and it is fairly easy to knock them off. If an electron is
dislodged from an atom in one of these substances, this atom in turn attracts a new
electron from a neighbor, and the neighbor from its neighbor down the line, and so a
regular chain of motion is set up. This motion of the . electrons is called electric
"Hmmph." Volt Meter seemed out of his element, but Milly's response could be read
on her face.
"Now," Power Cord continued, ','you'll have noticed that only in some substances did
I say that this movement of electrons occurred with relatively little resistance. Such
substances are known as conductors, because they find it easy to conduct electric current.
These materials include most of the metals, especially silver, copper, aluminum and
steel. I'm made of copper inside and I'm a conductor," he asserted proudly.
"In other substances the electrons are so firmly fixed in their atoms that they can
be moved only with great difficulty, and little or no electric current can flow. Such
materials are known as dielectrics or insulators. They are useful, too, because they
can be used to insulate electric currents by being placed between the conductors of
those currents.· Bakelite, ceramics, wood, rubber, air - these are good insulators. My
skin is rubber, you see, and these other parts around here wear some of the other insulators
such as Bakelite and ceramics."
The Sleuth's face was impassive. "That's all very interesting, but I don't see that
it gets us anywhere," he replied. But Milly begged, "Tell us more about the electric
"Oh, yes. Well, as I was saying, there are two kinds
of current. There's direct current, or d.c., which means that the electrons move steadily
in one direction. Not in a constant stream, you understand, but jumping from one atom
to the next and knocking other electrons loose when they land.
"D.c. is useful enough in its way. Lots of parts can't live without it. But it's not
II:s readily available as a.c. - you have to get it from things like batteries and generators,
you know - and so the kind of power we get to start with is a.c. For those that need
it we make d.c. from the a.c."
" Tell us about a.c.," Sleuth commanded.
"A.c. is alternating current. That's the kind I carried. In it electrons change direction
all the time, at regular intervals. At one instant the current flows in one direction
and at another instant in the opposite direction. Of course, when the current changes
direction the polarity reverses from positive to negative or vice versa. Each complete
change of direction - from plus to minus, say, and back again - is called a cycle. The
rate at which it changes is known as the frequency of the current. The polarity of the
house-lighting current they get from me reverses 120. times each second; that makes
its frequency 60. cycles per second."
"And the Signal has to have this kind of current to live?" the Sleuth asked.
"Well, not exactly," Power Cord hedged. "But the set has to be supplied with it to
keep the Signal alive."
"However, you claim it was because the current was no longer available that the Signal
died," Sleuth persisted.
"I do," Power Cord answered firmly.
The Sleuth pounced. " Well, then, since it was your job to deliver this current and
you didn't do it, you're responsible for the Signal's death!" he charged.
Power Cord writhed in denial. "Oh, but you don't understand," he wailed. "It wasn't
my fault that I couldn't deliver the current. I just couldn't get any. There wasn't any
coming from the wall outlet!"
"How do you explain that?" Sleuth probed. "I can't,"
Power Cord answered in a defeated tone. "It always was there, as much as was needed.
Before this I was always charged up full, ready to conduct whenever A.C. Switch up there
closed the circuit."
There was silence for a moment. Then a speculative look came over Volt Meter's face.
Suddenly he jumped up.
"I think I've got it," he announced. "If Power Cord isn't lying, there's only one
reason why he hasn't been getting enough electrons to feed the set. That's because a
certain part hasn't been doing his job!"
A few seconds later he returned, dragging a prisoner behind him. It was Power Cord's
squat little helper, Power Plug. "Do you know what?" Volt demanded. "This fellow wasn't
even in his socket. He was lying on the floor taking a nap!"
"Hmmm!" The Sleuth glared sternly. "Maybe not murder, but certainly manslaughter.
What have you got to say for yourself? "
"P-please, mister, it's not my fault," Power Plug whimpered pleadingly. "The Signal
was already dead when I left my receptacle. Honest - I would never have left otherwise."
The Sleuth looked at him keenly. "Well, there's one way to find out. Go down there
and plug yourself in, Plug, and we'll see. Volt, you'd better go with him."
A few moments later Power Cord seemed to come to life again. "The current - there's
the current!" he shouted, "Hey, up there - you A.C. Switch. Close yourself and let's
Twenty seconds later his face fell again. "It's no use," he said. "The set still doesn't
work. See - Dial Light is the only one doing a blessed thing."
When he returned, Volt's steps were dragging. "Nothing happened, eh? I thought so,
when I didn't hear any noise. Guess this fellow was telling the truth at that." Volt
was thoroughly dejected.
But Sleuth wasn't discouraged. " A thing like that can happen
in the best of circuits," he said kindly. "We'll just have to look a little further."
(To be Continued.)
Posted February 16, 2011