Chapters (27)
- Title Page
- Copyright Notice
- Dedication
- A Little Background
- Crying Alice
- Sina Tells Me
- They Arrive
- The Maddens Settle In
- The Convergence of a UFO, a Cook, and the Beginning of the Mysterious Letters
- The Man from the Space Institute
- The First Letter
- Secrets
- Family Meeting
- The Night Garden
- The Letters
- Radio Reports
- Into the Night
- The Ground
- The Long Night
- Gladys Steals a Car
- What Miss Macy Forgot
- May 8
- The End of This Particular Story
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- Also by Polly Horvath
- About the Author
- Newsletter Sign-up
At three in the afternoon the broadcast we’d been waiting for finally came. A car with a Miss Gladys Brookman had been found on a deserted road one hundred kilometers from Comox. And in it was the missing maintenance man, Robert Madden. Gladys said she had picked up Mr. Madden hitchhiking the night before. On this lonely stretch of logging road the car had hit a tree and gone into a ditch, and when she had awoken she had found Mr. Madden, injured and unconscious and the car crippled beyond repair. She had waited patiently for someone to come by and had ended up spending the night in the car. Mr. Madden, who had been taken to hospital, where doctors reported his injury serious but not life-threatening, remembers nothing, not hitchhiking, not his reason for doing so, nor even Miss Brookman. His mind is a blank, he says, except for some time he spent with a Canadian angel who wished the prime minister to grow luxuriant facial hair.
“Yes,” said Miss Brookman, “he kept saying ‘Angel, angel’ all night in his sleep.”
It was a happy reunion between Mr. Madden and his wife, Alice Madden, who has been waiting frantically in Comox for news of her husband.
“I told you he could never have stolen that plane,” she said, repeatedly punching the officer who brought her to the hospital until she was subdued by doctors. It is conjectured that Mr. Madden was hitchhiking down to Sooke to see his children. But he has no explanation for why he would do this when his wife was already in Comox with the family car.
“Nothing about any of this makes any sense,” he said.
When told that the Argot had been stolen, Mr. Madden, who, as doctors report, like many head-injury victims, has been unusually emotional, cried and said that now he would “never get to fly the Argot.”
Mrs. Madden, who also seemed to be unusually emotional after her long ordeal, when it was thought her husband was a traitor to his country, said to her husband, “Oh, shut up and eat your rice pudding.” It is surmised that things had not been happy in the Madden household for some time.
“The nerve of those reporters!” interjected Winifred at this point, but we all shushed her. We didn’t want to miss a thing.
The fate of the Argot is still a mystery, the news announcer went on, but one man at least has been exonerated. Authorities say that they are happy that the Argot’s disappearance was not due to defection by one of their own.
“I never thought a red-blooded Canadian would go in with those Japanese fiends,” said Lieutenant Colonel McGee. “And I have, as usual, been proven right.”