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vehicle), therefore its control was limited. The camera showed huge kelp beds in the first contact area that were dense and a nuisance. Therefore the boat crew decided to move on to another target. When they dropped anchor at the second location, the divers were ready to roll off the deck. Confidence was high that this time the sonar return represented a solid object. John Mercer conferred with Patrick and the divers, indicating that he believed the divers should be able to find something that would account for the dark image showing considerable vertical relief above the surrounding seabed. They waited for Murphy's Law to stabilize in its position, with the current keeping the cable taut. Then, after a final compass check, the divers went over the side. While the divers searched, Alec had the film crew monitoring the boat's communications with them. Our underwater camera allowed an occasional glimpse of their actions. The target on this dive would prove to be an unusual rock formation. Once the divers were aboard, the boat crew went back to laying down more lines of sonar tracking in the sound. It was apparent at this point that the sound would be completely surveyed before the third working day came to an end. But day two was yet to end and it had been a long and stressful one. They took a breather and had something to eat. By the time darkness approached, they had scanned eighty percent of Shag Harbor. They had discovered a few interesting targets, but nothing that jumped off the page, and nothing to indicate anything of extraterrestrial origin. A night dive was planned to give Sightings some dramatic footage. A target was chosen that showed sharp lines on the leading edge of the scan and a hint of symmetry. It stood a chance of being something other than a natural formation. It was a beautiful evening with perfect visibility. The night sky was awash with stars that city dwellers don't usually get to see. But nothing unnatural was to be found under the water. It was close to ten that evening when the boat headed back to shore. When Murphy's Law steered in behind the wharf at Prospect Point, a black pickup truck started its engine and sped down the long jetty and away. The skipper, Bruce Addams, mentioned that the same truck and driver had been there earlier that day as we were loading supplies aboard. He could not identify the man, nor was he known to any of the others. Apparently a rumor was beginning to spread through the small communities around Shag Harbor that we had found something. By the time we arrived back in Shelburne, the rumor had proceeded us. The town was buzzing that we had found something for sure. Why else would we be out so late at night on the water, sneaking around in the dark? Even Laurie Wickens was suspicious, and it was obvious that denial alone would not quench the fires of speculation. For once I found myself in the position of those officials who grope for a plausible denial. We had a discussion with Alec Griffith after supper about a UFO sighting that Lawrence Smith, one of the Shag Harbor witnesses, had had in 1970. He agreed to talk and described the strange-looking foam that had been brought up from below. Chris had found a police report about a UFO sighting that Smith had with his brother Gene in 1970. They noticed a small orange light hovering in the air just over the trees. Soon five more lights