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As she slowed； her eyes fixed on the apparition； a pair of wings unfolded from its back。 They seemed to have a span of about ten feet。 It was definitely not an ordinary bird but a man…shaped thing which rose slowly off the ground； straight up like a helicopter； silently。 Its wings did not flap in flight。 It headed straight toward Connie's car； its horrible eyes fixed to her face； then it swooped low over her head as she shoved the accelerator to the floorboards in utter hysteria。
Over one hundred people would see this bizarre creature that whiter。
Connie's conjunctivitis lasted over two weeks； apparently caused by those glowing red eyes。 At the tune of my first visit to Point Pleasant in 1966 I did not relate the winged weirdo to flying saucers。 Later events not only proved that a relationship existed； but that relationship also is a vital clue to the whole mystery。
V。
Max's Kansas City is a famous watering hole for New York's hip crowd。 In the summer of 1967 an oddball character wandered into that restaurant noted for its oddball clientele。 He was tall and awkward； dressed in an ill…fitting black suit that seemed out of style。 His chin came to a sharp point and his eyes bulged slightly like 〃thyroid eyes。〃 He sat down in a booth and gestured to the waitress with his long； tapering fingers。
〃Something to eat；〃 he mumbled。 The waitress handed him a menu。 He stared at it unprehendingly； apparently unable to read。 〃Food；〃 he said almost pleadingly。
〃How about a steak？〃 she offered。
〃Good。〃
She brought him a steak with all the trimmings。 He stared at it for a long moment and then picked up his knife and fork； glancing around at the other diners。 It was obvious he did not know how to handle the implements！ The waitress watched him as he fumbled helplessly。 Finally she showed him how to cut the steak and spear it with the fork。 He sawed away at the meat。 Clearly he really was hungry。
〃Where are you from？〃 she asked gently。
〃Not from here。〃
〃Where？〃
〃Another world。〃
Boy； another put…on artist； she thought to herself。 The other waitresses gathered in a corner and watched him as he fumbled with his food； a stranger in a strange land。
VI。
A large white car with a faulty muffler wheezed and rattled up the back street in New Haven； West Virginia； where Connie Carpenter lived； and Jack Brown knocked at her door。
〃I'm a…a friend of Mary Hyre's。〃
His strange demeanor and disjointed questions distressed her and disturbed her husband； Keith； and her brother Larry。 It quickly became obvious that he was not particularly interested in Connie's sighting of the man…bird the year before。 He seemed mainly concerned with Mrs。 Hyre and my own relationship with her （we were professional friends； nothing more）。
〃What do you think…if…what would Mary Hyre do… if someone told her to stop writing about UFOs？〃 he asked。
〃She'd probably tell them to drop dead；〃 Connie replied。
Most of his questions were stupid； even unintelligible。 After a rambling conversation he drove off into the night in his noisy car。 Connie called her aunt immediately； puzzled and upset by the visit。 He was such a very odd man； she noted； and he wouldn't speak at all if you weren't looking directly into his dark； hypnotic eyes。 Connie； Keith and Larry not only noticed his long…fingered hands； but there was also something very peculiar about his ears。 They couldn't say exactly what。 But there was something 。。。。
VII。
〃Did you ever hear of anyone…especially an air force officer…trying to drink Jell…O？〃 Mrs。 Ralph Butler of Owatonna； Minnesota； asked。 〃Well； that's what he did。 He acted like he had never seen any before。 He picked up the bowl and tried to drink it。 I had to show him how to eat it with a spoon。〃
Mrs。 Butler was describing the man who had visited her in May 1967； following a flurry of UFO sightings in Owatonna。 He said he was Major Richard French of the U。S。 Air Force although he was dressed in civilian clothes and was driving a white Mustang。 His neat gray suit and everything else he was wearing appeared to be brand…new。 Even the soles of his shoes were unscuffed； unwalked upon。 He was about five feet nine inches tall； with an olive plexion and a pointed face。 His hair was dark and very long…too long for an air force officer； Mrs。 Butler thought。 Unlike Jack Brown； Major French was a fluent conversationalist and seemed perfectly normal until he plained about his stomach bothering him。 When Mrs。 Butler offered him the Jell…O she suspected for the first time that something was out of kilter。
Richard French was an imposter。 One of the many wandering around the United States in 1967。 For years these characters had caused acute paranoia among the flying saucer enthusiasts； convincing them that the air force was investigating them； silencing witnesses and indulging in all kinds of unsavory activities…including murder。 When I first began collecting such reports I was naturally suspicious of the people making such reports。 It all seemed like a massive put…on。 But gradually it became apparent that the same minute details were turning up in widely separated cases； and none of these details had been published anywhere 。。。 not even in the little newsletters of the UFO cultists。
There was somebody out there； all right。 A few； like Richard French； almost pulled off their capers without drawing attention to themselves。 But in nearly every case there was always some small error； some slip of dress or behavior which the witnesses were usually willing to overlook but which stood out like signal flares to me。 They often arrived in old model cars which were as shiny and well kept as brand…new vehicles。 Sometimes they slipped up in their dress； wearing clothes that were out of fashion or； even more perturbing； would not e into fashion until years later。 'Those who posed as military officers obviously had no knowledge of military procedure or basic military jargon。 If they had occasion to pull out a wallet or notebook； it would be brand…new 。。。 although most men carry beat…up old wallets and notebooks quickly gain a worn look。 Finally； like the fairies of old； they often collected souvenirs from the witnesses 。。。 delightedly walking away with an old magazine； pen； or other small expendable object。
What troubled me most was the fact that these mystery men and women often matched the descriptions given to me by contactees who claimed to have seen a UFO land and had glimpsed； or conversed with； their pilots； pilots with either pointed features or Oriental countenances dusky skin （not Negroid）； and unusually long fingers。
VIII。
Linda Scarberry came home from the hospital on December 23； 1967； bringing with her Daniella Lia Scarberry； her brand…new daughter。 She and her husband； Roger； lived in the basement apartment in the home of her parents； Mr。 and Mrs。 Parke McDaniel。 It was a modest but fortable home and； like Mary Hyre's office； had been a focal point for strangers ever since Linda； Roge