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26 I WENT to the Pentagon the next morning. I didn't expect to learn much, but I wanted to make sure we weren't tangling with security. I'd worked with Al Scholin and Orville Splitt, in the magazine section of Public Relations, and I thought they'd tell me as much as anyone. When I walked in, I sprang it on them cold. "Look, Don," said Splitt, "why do you want to fool with that saucer business? There's nothing to it." He shrugged that off. "The Air Force has spent two years checking into it. Everybody from Symington down will tell you the saucers are bunk." it." pictures." "What pictures?" CHAPTER IV "What's the chance of seeing your Project 'Saucer' files?" Al Scholin took it more or less dead-pan. Splitt looked at me a moment and then grinned. "Don't tell me you believe the things are real?" "Maybe," I said. "How about clearing me with Project 'Saucer'?" Al shook his head. "It's still classified secret." That's a big change from what the Air Force was saying; in 1947," I told him. "That's not what Project 'Saucer' says in that April report." "That report was made up a long time ago," said Splitt. "They just got around to releasing "Then they've got all the answers now?" "They know there's nothing to it," Splitt repeated. "In that case," I said, "Project 'Saucer' shouldn't object to my seeing their files and "That one taken at Harmon Field, Newfoundland, for a starter."