things can go like hell."

I had a hunch he was holding back. I waited until he had finished with
Charley, and then went, down the hall with him.

{p. 74}

"You think the saucers are guided missiles?" I said. "If I thought so,
I wouldn't be talking," he said flatly, "That's not a dig at you. But
I was cleared last year for some secret electronics work, and it might
be used in some way with guided missiles."

"I didn't know that, Steve."

"It's O.K.," he said. "I don't mind talking, because can't believe the
saucers are guided missiles. Maybe few of the things sighted out in
the Southwest have beer our test rockets, but that doesn't explain the
radar reports in Canada and Japan."

"I'd already heard about a radar case in Labrador," I told Steve. He
looked at me quickly.

"Where'd you pick that up;"

"True passed it on to me," I said.

"They've had some trouble tracking the things, they maneuver so fast,"
said Steve. "It sounds crazy, but I've been told they hit more than
ten thousand miles an hour."