Lehal Library

Axelrod was looking at me with his calm, unblinking eyes. But he was lightly drumming his fingers on the table. I knew I had hit something of concern. And his next comment proved it. "Could you write down your ideas along these lines?" I could. I did, I remember producing fifteen hand-written pagesAfter this somewhat inscrutable advisory, there came a handshake, the hood, a chopper ride, and by the twins and the same car I was delivered back to the center of Washington and let off at the train station at my request. The twins said no more than they had to. I found myself wondering if they actually came from the Moon. I spent the next few months wondering if the ETs were going to find me and zap my brains out of existence, When I left Mr. Axelrod's carefully hidden establishment, he reminded me of my pledged ten years of confidentiality. "Not to worry, Axel," I replied. "I have no intention of demolishing my official research work by introducing something so far out as claiming I have seen extraterrestrials working away on the Moon. No one would believe me anyway." I have abided by that promise, well past the ten-year mark. The reasons I have now decided to write about all this will become clear in later chapters. As I departed, Mr. Axelrod asked that if he again had need of me, would I be interested. "Probably," I responded, for how could I not be - Jesus Christ, ETs on the Moon and some official investigative agency? Who could resist! "Good," he replied. "But my name Axelrod is now retired when you leave here, and will not be used again. We will be in touch with you in some other fashion, which I will make sure you recognize. "If anyone ever asks you about 'Mr. Axelrod" or about this place, or asks if you know anything about it, such inquiries will not be coming from us. Please act accordingly, for our sakes and your own." God! Scary, huh? What had I gotten into? But his advice came in handy when, about three year's later, my telephone rang. It was a Mr. Dillins or Dallons (I didn't quite get which) who said he was an investigative reporter digging into government cover-ups of the UFO situation. I said I didn't know anything about that - other than what I read in various books and articles. He brushed aside my evasion, and asked if I knew Mr. Axelrod. "Who?" I asked in return. "You know," the investigative reporter said, "Mr. Axelrod." "Never heard of him," I replied. There was a silence at the other end of the telephone, and then the caller clicked off without so much as a thank you or