“––the thing is moving very slowly eastward in the direction of Long Island Sound. It is, at the same time, 401 losing altitude. Its movements are being carefully watched. As yet we see no cause for immediate alarm––people are advised to remain calm––”
“Yes, I am agreeable,” said Stanton nervously and hastily. “If there are things in it with which we can compromise, I would suggest that we do not offend them.”
“I am, then, empowered to act for all of you,” said Fragoni, ignoring the suggestion of Stanton.
He rose from his chair and walked out on the terrace. The others followed after him.
Looking westward, they saw the mammoth craft descending slowly in their direction.
Its vast dimensions became more and more apparent as, spellbound, they watched it approach closer and closer to them.
The thing in the sky was now not more than three thousand feet above them and only a few miles to the westward.
The observers on the terrace regarded it for a moment in silence as it drifted forward and downward.
“It’s colossal!” Steinholt then exclaimed, lost in scientific admiration of the mammoth craft. “Magnificent! Superb!”