FBI file: UFO, UFO Part 15

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astic senators, Madeleine, who had worked government office for many years, just stood up and told them that she wouldn't like to be in THEIR shoes when people found out what was being kept from them.

Did they think the public was blind?

Many had seen the planes chasing the saucers. Even children.

And Madaleine had come out of the committee- room soothing with anger. A few weeks afterwards she had filmed a scout-ship over her own "front yard".

Fred loosened up a little as we sped along the road Brussels-Antwerp. Patrick, who studied at Brussels University, and who himself lectured on flying saucers, was a good driver, but fast!

"Madeleine was at the airport as we left Washington. Oh, and Linda, her friend, was with her. You know, that young woman who had some sightings. She's written to you, I think. A nice girl. There were two Brothers standing back a bit in the crowd. They weren't with Madeleine. Maybe she knew they were there."

He went on talking about some of the Brothers he had met. Ingrid joined in occasionally, her eyes bright and shining.

"Oh, Ronald!" she said, in her German-accented American, drawing the words. "If you only could meet them! There is this wonderful feeling of goodness that seems to reach out to you."

Fred's rather serious face relaxed a little as he spoke. One could see he was no fanatic. Fred Stockling and Ingrid were not money-grabbing "contactees" making a fast buck. They spoke quietly, but forcefully at times. Perhaps Fred could not quite shake off this feeling of having to convince someone all the time.

"Ronald," he said, after a rather long, somewhat tired silence. They'd been travelling for many, many hours. "Ronald, do you know, it's just as if they have our frequencies. I had a birthday a while back. -" Ingrid was about to burst in with wife-like enthusiasm but Fred's voice stopped her. "I had a birthday a while back," Fred went on. "Ingrid and I were watching T.V. I don't remember the show. Suddenly -" and again Ingrid was bursting with agreement, "- suddenly it went doot-di-di-doot-doot, on the T.V. just like that, maybe ten or a dozen times. Doot-di-di-doot-doot. Ingrid and I just looked at each other - and then we both DASHED out onto the porch."

Patrick swerved among the traffic on a bumpy patch of road.

"There over the house was the saucer. It just awayed there, back and forward. Then it seemed to swing down low as the light showed from the porch and then shot off over in the direction of Washington Airport."

Ingrid couldn't hold herself any longer. "And do you know, Ronald!" she burst in, "Madeleine had the same thing happen on her birthday! Linda and some more friends were just being seen off from the house and they called out to Madeleine to look. And there

was this red, glowing light swaying over L. rael!" Fred smiled knowingly.

"You can bet, they've got our wave-lengths!" he said.

As we looked out at May's long lily-pond in the spacious lawn, the big, leafy trees almost overhanging the house and splashing the ground with shadow, Fred gave a little laugh to himself and glanced up at me. He was so often serious, especially when he talked to the people who gathered at May's house, guests, reporters etc. - it was nice to see him with a, somewhat twisted, grin. There were no gimmicks with Fred.

"I saw a saucer close overhead some while ago. There are a LOT of them around that area - I had my camera with me, this camera - and I ran off some film and I felt so gosh-darned pleased with myself! D'you know something? I left the dust-cap on!"

He told me of his talks with the Brothers.

"D'you know, Ronald, when you're with them, you don't ASK questions. You don't think of it. You just listen. It's as if you are not meant to ask of things maybe they don't want you to know."

Fred bit his lip thoughfully.

"One of them I can see several times a week. I know where he's working. I can tell you what sort of work he does, but not where." Fred told me.

"It's only once in a while we have a chance to talk. Maybe over a cup of coffee some place."

He paused, then went on.

"This one's from Venus."

Fred's trip over had been delayed. Hans and I had had to change our bookings. Fred had told me on the trip up from the airport how someone, - he didn't know who - had contacted the bank where Fred had arranged credit for the trip.

"I have to do it on the instalments," he said. "A cook doesn't earn all that much money." Fred works at an hotel in Virginia, near where he lives.

The strange thing was that Fred had previously had credit arrangements with the same bank, and had had no bother. Maybe someone had tried to stop his trip to Europe. It had taken several days to clear up the matter.

He was speaking first in Antwerp, staying with May for some days, then The Hague, then Frankfurt and Mannheim, then in Austria - Vienna and Linz - then on to West Berlin for the last six days to stay with his family.

Whether Fred was helped with money at the German or Austrian lectures, I don't know. I know he received nothing in Antwerp and Den Haag, except hospitality from good friends. That certainly did not pay the Stocklings fare across the Atlantic.

Fred's first lecture was on the evening of our arrival in Antwerp, at May Morlet's home. Of the 50-60 in the audience, which included reporters, I noticed a young woman. I shall not describe her.

Later that night, in fact at 3:30 in the morning, we had sat talking, all of May's house-guests, until the small hours, as we were to do every night of our visit - I walked with Hans Petersen around some