s going on, Jackson was taking photos. Just as they
began to separate, there was a dull "thud" and the next second the
UFO began to spew out sheets of very light metal from the hole in the
center. As these were fluttering to the water, the UFO began to throw
out a harder, rocklike material. Some of it landed on the beach of
Maury Island. Jackson took his crew and headed toward the beach of
Maury Island, but not before the boat was damaged, his son's arm had
been injured, and the dog killed. As they reached the island they
looked up and saw that the UFO's were leaving the area at high speed.
The harbor patrolman went on to tell how he scooped up several chunks
of the metal from the beach and boarded the patrol boat. He tried to
use his radio to summon aid, but for some unusual reason the
interference was so bad he couldn't even call the three miles to his
headquarters in Tacoma. When they docked at Tacoma, Jackson got first
aid for his son and then reported to his superior officer, Richards,
who, Jackson added to his story, didn't believe the tale. He didn't
believe it until he went out to the island himself and saw the metal.

Jackson's trouble wasn't over. The next morning a mysterious visitor
told Jackson to forget what he'd seen.

Later that same day the photos were developed. They showed the six
objects, but the film was badly spotted and fogged, as if the film
had been exposed to some kind of radiation.

Then Simpson told about his brush with mysterious callers. He said
that Jackson was not alone as far as mysterious callers were
concerned, the Tacoma newspapers had been getting calls from an
anonymous tipster telling exactly what was going on in Simpson's
hotel room. This was a very curious situation because no one except
Simpson, the airline pilot, and the two harbor patrolmen knew what
was taking place. The room had even been thoroughly searched for
hidden microphones.

That is the way the story stood a few hours after Lieutenant Brown
and Captain Davidson arrived in Tacoma.

After asking Jackson and Richards a few questions, the two
intelligence agents left, reluctant even to take any of the
fragments. As some writers who have since written about this incident
have said, Brown and Davidson seemed to be anxious to leave and
afraid to touch the fragments of the UFO, as if they knew something
more about them. The two officers went to McChord AFB, near Tacoma,
where their B-25 was parked, held a conference wi