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straightening her out in regard to a number of problems which, locked in her mind, had grown out of all proportion. Her gratitude was touching and she told me that she had constantly been holding the thought and hope that | would come Fs a Ser Bk to the city and help her. As | walked with her to the corner where she took the streetcar, | wondered if the urge that had reached me in the mountains could possibly have been her telepathic message getting through. But when | was quiet again in the hotel lobby | knew this could not be the explanation. That feeling was still with me?stronger than ever! | looked at my wrist watch and saw that it said ten-thirty. The lateness of the hour, with still nothing of extraordinary significance having taken place, sent a wave of disappointment through me. And just at this moment of depression, two men approached, one of whom addressed me by name. Both were complete strangers, but there was no hesitancy in their manner as they came forward, and nothing in their appearance to indicate that they were other than average young businessmen. Because | had lectured in Los Angeles, made appearances on radio and TV, and also been visited by a great many people from that city at my Palomar Gardens home, such an approach from strangers was not an uncommon experience. | noted that both men were well proportioned. One was slightly over six feet and looked to be in his early thirties. His complexion was ruddy, his eyes dark brown, with the kind of sparkle that suggests great enjoyment of life. His gaze was extraordinarily penetrating. His black hair waved and was cut according to our style. He wore a dark brown business suit but no hat. The shorter man looked younger and | judged his height to be about five feet, nine inches. He had a round boyish face, a fair complexion and eyes of grayish blue. His hair, also wavy and worn in our style, was sandy in color. He was dressed in a gray suit and was also hatless. He smiled as he addressed me by name. As | acknowledged the greeting, the speaker extended his hand and when it touched mine a great joy filled me. The signal was the same as had been given by the man | had met on the desert on that memorable November 20, 1952 .(Described in the book Flying Saucers Have Landed.) Consequently, | knew that these men were not in-habitants of Earth. Nevertheless, | felt entirely at ease as we shook hands and the younger man said, ?We were to meet you. Have you time to come with us?? Without a question in my mind, nor the slightest apprehension, | said, 71 place myself entirely in your hands.? Together we left the lobby, | walking between them. About a block north of the hotel, they turned into a parking lot where they had a car waiting. They had not spoken during this short time, yet inwardly | knew that these men were true friends. | felt no urge to ask where they proposed to take me, nor did it seem odd that they had volunteered no information. An attendant brought the car around, and the younger man slid into the driver?s seat, motioning me to get in beside him. Our other companion also sat with us on the front seat. The car was a four-door black Pontiac sedan.