“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 hundred and seventy-five miles apart. To be that high in the sky, and still look more than two hundred and fifty feet in diameter, it must have been enormous.”
Steele didn’t answer for a moment.
“Obviously, that was an illusion,” he finally answered. “I’d discount those estimates.”
“Even Mantell’s? And the Godman Field officers’?”
“Not knowing the thing’s height, how could they judge accurately?”
“To be seen at points that far apart, it had to be over thirty miles high,” I told him. “It would have to be huge to show up at all.”
He shook his head. “I can’t believe those reports are right. It must have been sighted at different times.”
I let it drop.
“What are you working on now?” Steele asked, after a minute or two.