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64 "They've had some trouble tracking the things, they maneuver so fast," said Steve. "It sounds crazy, but I've been told they hit more than ten thousand miles an hour." "Well, it's not impossible. Those saucers were tracked about fifty miles up, where there's not much resistance." "There's one other thing that gets me," he said. "Unless the radar boys are way off, some of those saucers are enormous. I just can't see a guided missile five hundred feet in diameter." He stopped for a moment. "I suppose this will sound screwy to you--" sounds." "Six months ago, I was talking with an officer who'd been instructing there." Steve looked at me, deadly serious. "He told me they are now teaching that the saucers are probably space ships." "Where'd you pick that up;" "True passed it on to me," I said. "You believe it.?" The elevator door opened. Steve waited until we were outside of the Commerce Building. "You think they're interplanetary," I said. Steve was quickly on the defensive. "I haven't bought it yet, but it's not as crazy as it ere Without mentioning names, I told him about the aircraft designer and the airline pilots. "They're in good company," said Steve. "You know the Air Institute?" "Sure--the Air Force school down at Montgomery."