bunk. I went around with Sid Shallett on some of his interviews. What
he's got in the Post is the absolute gospel."

"It's funny about that April twenty-seventh report," I said, "the way
it contradicts the Post."

"I tell you that was an old report--"

"I wouldn't say that," Al Scholin put in. "The Air Force doesn't claim
it has all the answers. But they've proved a lot of the reports were
hoaxes or mistakes."

"Just the same," I said, "the Air Force is on record, as of April
twenty-seventh, that it's serious enough for everybody to be vigilant.
And they admit most of the things, in the important cases, are still
unidentified. Including the saucer Mantell was chasing."

"That business at Godman Field was some kind of hallucination,"
insisted Splitt.

"I suppose all those pilots and Godman Field officers were hypnotized?
Not to mention several thousand people at Madisonville and Fort Knox?"

"Take it easy, you guys," said Al Scholin. "You've both got a right to
your opinions."

"Oh, sure," said Splitt. He looked at me, with his grin back. "I don't
care if you think they're men from Mars."

"Let's not go off the deep end," I said. "Tell me this: Did Shallett