"Sure glad to see you, Prof. Aren't we?"
A chorus enthusiastically shrieked, "Yes!"
Kane felt some embarrassment. He was being crowded out an exit toward a line of cabs. Several shiny ten-foot saucers with railings around them whirred past and disappeared in the fog. All of them had two or more people on them, and from the sound, there were quite a number of them up in the fog somewhere.
"We've all got a saucer now," Phil said. "Only we have to take cabs over to Lucie's house. This way we can all ride together. We can all get into two cabs, can't we, gang?"
"Yes!"
"Lucie?" Kane asked as they crowded around the two cabs. Who were these people? Friends of Phil's of course.
"We're Lucie," the woman said softly. Kane caught a glimpse of a mature face and a lovely figure. The face was odd, Kane thought, the maturity seeming to be disguised by an insincere smile. What a peculiar way of introducing oneself....
"We're having a little party at the house," Lucille said. "Aren't we?"
"Yes!"
"We've got lots of fun planned for us, Kane boy," Phil said.