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launched his first question. “So what made you start the Society for UFO Watchers, Dr. Jones? At least a couple of other organizations are devoted to the same issues.”
    â€œCall me Garnet, please.” Dr. Jones sat back in his chair. In that position, it appeared as if his head was cradled in the hands of the alien pictured behind him. Cody had no doubt the positioning of man and painting was deliberate, designed to provoke a response of awe and fascination. And it worked.
    â€œYou’re right. There are other organizations. But none has taken the same approach as we have. We try to be open and supportive to anyone who has had an alien experience. At the same time, we bring scientific method to each event deemed worthy of investigation. Everything is documented down to the last detail.”
    â€œBut didn’t you write in Alien Experiences that often much of the evidence can be interpreted more than one way?” Cody prodded. “That ultimately it comes down to the individual’s decision to believe or not to believe in UFOs and aliens?”
    Garnet straightened. Lines of annoyance creased his forehead. “That’s not the intent of my words. Words that I believe I’ve clarified in later texts. It’s clear today that governments everywhere, in particular our government, have a stake in preventing widespread knowledge of UFOs and alien encounters, starting with the Roswell incident. The kinds of questions you and other members of the media ask are evidence of that.”
    â€œPardon?” Cody narrowed his eyes. “Are you suggesting that I’m part of some conspiracy?”
    Garnet shook his head and sat back again, his irritation fading. A tiny smile played about his thin lips. He rubbed his bearded chin.
    â€œOh, I’m not suggesting anyone is trying to control you in particular. The conspiracy is so widespread, and has consumed so many parts of our society, including the mainstream media, that that’s no longer necessary. It’s insidious, you see. You don’t even know that you’ve been manipulated. For example, you don’t believe in UFOs or aliens, do you?” he asked smugly.
    â€œI have an open mind.”  
    Garnet smiled in delight. “Ah yes. In other words, you think it’s all malarkey. No matter what you write and what you say or how even-handed you pretend to be. I’ve seen this all before.”
    â€œAren’t you the one being close-minded now?”
    â€œNo. I’ve been interviewed a thousand times before. That’s all. It’s almost always the same. In this case your disbelief is palpable.”
    Cody chose to ignore Garnet’s last smug comment. “Isn’t it true that there is a huge difference between interpretation of so-called “extraterrestrial events” in Europe and America? In Europe, UFO experts tend to see these events and sightings as products of the inner workings of the human mind. Here UFO experts take a much more literal approach. They actually believe UFOs are from other planets and galaxies, in some cases even from other dimensions. How can you account for these differences?”
    â€œEasy. It’s . . .”
    Roberta, bearing a tray with two mugs and sugar and cream, stood at Cody’s elbow. She placed one mug on the desk before him, and the other before Garnet, then laid the tray down.
    â€œThank you,” Garnet dismissed her with a nod of his head. But before he could resume his comment, Roberta jumped into the conversation.
    â€œDr. Jones was about to tell you of the evidence here in the States concerning aliens and alien encounters,” she stated.
    Garnet frowned.
    If Roberta noticed, she ignored him. “There are just too many incidents—for example, that night in Wyoming where everyone in the whole town of Glenrock heard nine knocks in three distinct sets of three, with no plausible, earthly explanation. Just because we can’t