"There's no time, then," he said. He chewed his lip. "I see.... The Air Force still has its saucer files. I'm going to refer you to it."
"We haven't much time. Remember that."
The F.B.I. man looked at his watch. "There's a plane to Washington in three hours. I'll get you reservations on it. I'll phone the head office there. There'll be somebody from the Air Force to meet you."
"I'll leave at eight, is that right?"
"From the city airport. Just a minute. I'm going to assign a man to you. I don't want anything happening between now and then."
"I can look out for myself," Julia said. "I'll pick up my ticket and Walt's at the reservation booth. 'Bye."
The F.B.I. man blinked his eyes. She had vanished. He got up and searched the office carefully. The door had not opened.
But she was gone.
Sweating, he went to the phone.
In less than two minutes, he was talking to Washington. When he recradled the phone, he was shaking. He took out his pipe, filled it, lit it, walked to the window.