too hard."

"I still can't swallow it," said Jack. "These things have been seen
all over the world. How could they control them that far away--and be
sure they wouldn't crash, where somebody could get a look and dope out
the secret?"

We argued it back and forth without getting anywhere.

{p. 36}

"I'd give a lot to know Steele's angle," I said. "If you hear anything
more on him, give me a buzz."

Jack nodded. "I'll see what I can do. But I can't dig too hard, or
he'll hear about it."

On the way out, I found a phone booth and called Splitt.

"Foo fighters?" he said. "Sure, I remember those stories. You think
those are your flying saucers?"

I could hear him snicker.

"Just checking angles," I said. "Didn't the Eighth Air Force
investigate the foo fighters?"

"Yes, and they found nothing to back up the pilots' yarns. just war
nerves, apparently."