"Because it reacted differently at different times. If it had been a
mechanical control, it would have turned or climbed the same way each
time I got near it. Instead, it was as if some intelligent mind was
directing every turn like a game of chess, and always one move ahead
of me. Maybe you can figure out the rest."

That was all I could get out of him. It bothered me, because Combs's
report indicated the same thing. I had a strong temptation to skip the
space-plans research and tell Redell what Gorman had told me. But
Redell had an orderly mind, and he didn't like to be pushed.

Reluctantly, I gave up the idea. I had a feeling Redell knew the
answer to the mystery lights, and it wasn't easy to put off the
solution.

The letter that came from Art Green, while I was working on the space
plans, didn't make it easier:

Dear Keyhoe:
Just heard about your Seattle visit. That Fairfield Suisan thing
is on the level; several Air Force pilots have told me about it.
When you get to Fargo, ask Gorman what they found when they
checked his ship with a Geiger counter. If he says it was
negative, then he must be under orders. I happen to know better.

Yours,
ART GREEN

{p. 98}