"The thing Captain Mantell was chasing near Fort Knox, before he
died."

"Oh, that one." Steele looked down at the roll he was buttering. "I
thought that case was fully explained. Wasn't he chasing a balloon?"

"The Air Force says it's still unidentified." I told him what I had
learned. "Apparently you're right--it's either an American or a Soviet
missile."

"After what you've told me," said Steele, "I can't believe it's ours.
It must be Russian."

"They'd be pretty stupid to test it over here."

"You said it was probably out of control."

"That particular one, maybe. But there have been several hundred seen
over here. If they found their controls were haywire, they wouldn't
keep testing the things until they'd corrected that."

The waiter came with the soup, and Steele was silent until he left.

"I still can't believe it's our weapon," he said slowly. "They
wouldn't have Air Force pilots alerted to chase the things. And I
happen to how they do."

"There's something queer about this missile angle," I said. "That
saucer was seen at the same time by people a