“What sold you?” I asked.
“The radar reports,” said Steve. “I know of half a dozen cases where they’ve tracked the things. One was in Japan. The thing was climbing so fast no one believed the radarmen at first. Then they got some more reports. One was up in Canada. There was a case in New Mexico, and I think a Navy destroyer tracked a saucer up in the North Atlantic.”
“What did they find out?” said Charley Planck.
Steve shrugged. “I don’t know all the answers. Whatever they are, the things can go like hell.”
I had a hunch he was holding back. I waited until he had finished with Charley, and then went, down the hall with him. “You think the saucers are guided missiles?” I said.
“If I thought so, I wouldn’t be talking,” he said flatly, “That’s not a dig at you. But I was cleared last year for some secret electronics work, and it might be used in some way with guided missiles.”
“I didn’t know that, Steve.”
“It’s O.K.,” he said. “I don’t mind talking, because can’t believe the saucers are guided missiles. Maybe few of the things sighted out in the Southwest have beer our test rockets, but that doesn’t explain the radar reports in Canada and Japan.”
“I’d already heard about a radar case in Labrador,” I told Steve. He looked at me quickly.
“Where’d you pick that up;”