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CHAPTER IV

I WENT to the Pentagon the next morning. I didn't expect to learn
much, but I wanted to make sure we weren't tangling with security.

I'd worked with Al Scholin and Orville Splitt, in the magazine section
of Public Relations, and I thought they'd tell me as much as anyone.
When I walked in, I sprang it on them cold.

"What's the chance of seeing your Project 'Saucer' files?"

Al Scholin took it more or less dead-pan. Splitt looked at me a moment
and then grinned.

"Don't tell me you believe the things are real?"

"Maybe," I said. "How about clearing me with Project 'Saucer'?"

Al shook his head. "It's still classified secret."

"'Look, Don," said Splitt, "why do you want to fool with that saucer
business? There's nothing to it."

'"That's a big change from what the Air Force was saying; in 1947," I
told him.