"How do I know?" he said, and rejoined her, casting a series of glances uncertainly over his shoulder at the bright red saucer behind him. "What do you suppose we ought to do?" "Tell somebody," Alice said. "I suppose." "Who do we tell?" "I don't know. There must be _somebody_--" They looked almost guiltily at each other. "Nobody'll believe us," Fred said. "Why not?" Alice said. "It's _here_, isn't it?" Fred stopped and thought. "Who knows how long it'll stay?" They looked at each other again. Then Alice said slowly, "If we went back and got the camera--" * * * * * Swiftly, they made their way back toward the hotel through the quiet forest. When they got there, they found Mr. Mason, the manager of the hotel, adjusting the badminton net in front of the main porch. Mr. Mason loosed a ready smile. "How's everything?" he said. "Find enough to do?" "Yes, thank you," Fred said to him. "We were just walking through the woods. We came back for our camera. Then we're off again." Mr. Mason nodded. "Find the saucer?" Fred looked at him. "You mean the flying saucer?" The manager nodded again. "I see you did find it. Good. Take a picture of it, by all means. I've already taken a whole batch myself." "You have?" Fred said, frowning. "What's it all about?" "It's a flying saucer," Mr. Mason said. "From Venus. Mr. Steariot, who piloted it, is a guest here. I can introduce you to him if you like. He speaks excellent English." Fred Daniels said, "Wait a minute. You--" "Oh, there's no point in it," Mr. Mason said in a weary tone of voice. "No point in it at all. I took pictures. I tried to get the Army up here. I wrote letters." He shrugged expressively. "It's a cynical age we live in, I guess. Everybody's very polite, but they make it clear they think it's just a gimmick I worked up to get the hotel publicity." He nodded seriously. "The whole trouble's with Mr. Steariot. If he had a light bulb for a head, or seven legs, or talked funny, why, it'd be a different thing entirely. But he looks and acts just like you or I. Here I've got a legitimate flying saucer sitting on my property and you might as well try to tell them it's a--well, a flying saucer! For all they'll believe me. Now you two have seen it with your own eyes and you don't believe it either." Fred swallowed and looked at Alice for a moment. Then he said, "What did you say his name was?" "Mr. Steariot," Mr. Mason said. "Actually, he's just as happy nobody believes he's from Venus. If they believed it, they'd probably lock him up in jail somewhere or impound his saucer. As it is, he says this is the first vacation he's had in years." Mr. Mason looked unhappily about him. "He's probably in the lounge now. Want to meet him?" Fred said dazedly, "I--"