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98 "I knew they went over Gorman's fighter with a Geiger counter," Redell commented. "But they said the reaction was negative. If Green is right, it's interesting. It would mean they have built incredibly small atomic engines. But with a race so many years ahead of us, it shouldn't be surprising. Of course, they may also be using some other kind of power our scientists say is impossible." Going out, I made a mental note of the Friday date. Then the figure clicked; it was just three months since I'd started on this assignment. Three months ago. At that time I'd only been half sure that the saucers were real. If anyone had said I'd soon believe they were space ships, I'd have told him he was crazy. I was about to ask him what he meant when his secretary came in. "Mr. Carson is waiting," she told Redell. "He had a four-o'clock appointment." As I started to leave, Redell looked at his calendar. "I hate to break this up; it's a fascinating business What about coming in Friday? I'd like to see the rest of those case reports." "Fine," I said. "I've got a few more questions, too."