Jad Abumrad

and then holds it in front of my grandfather.

And so here you have a poem chosen seemingly at random, and Leslie, the grandma, is several thousand feet in the air.

When they finally connect to her... Bustle, come in, will you?

...she can't even hear a word that they're saying.

She never had a pair of headphones, so she could never actually hear what was going on in the studio.

She literally just spoke into a microphone once the technician said, Leslie, we're ready for you.

So thousands of feet below, Sidney is there furrowing his brow, and the poem he's trying to send her is from Keats.

It's one line that goes, Hail to thee, blithe spirit, bird thou never wert.

Thank you.

The crazy part is that in that trick, your grandpa doesn't even talk to her.

There's complete silence between Sid and Leslie.

And if there's silence, there can be no coding.

So, you know, it was kind of this wonderful process.

I'd talk to people and even as they came up with theories, you'd listen to the tape and then realise that,

even the theories themselves just seem so implausible.

Well, maybe it's the narrator.

Do you think it's the narrator?

Whatever it is the narrator says each night, which is before the game is even on, somehow encoded into that man's introduction is the answer.

No, because the audience hasn't yet gone and done its random act when he starts the show.

There was one thing that I discovered from reading the magic books, and this is this whole idea about passing on a piece of information through a third party.