The article below was published in the daily newspaper L'Est Républicain, Nancy, France, page 7, on November 9, 1954.
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The latest and most plausible hypothesis regarding flying saucers comes from a German, Freder von Holk: they may be nothing more than the reflection of short waves. These waves, emitted by an antenna, pass through the sky and are reflected back to Earth by a high atmospheric layer called the ionosphere. By using beams of these waves, which have no substance, it could be possible to remotely guide extremely powerful craft.
Toward the end of the last world war, the Germans had nearly perfected such rockets. The factory that had begun their production is now in Russian hands—have they developed such devices and are they testing guidance wave beams? This could explain why certain locations seem to be favored by the saucers: the skies over Washington, areas around new weapons testing sites, secret weapon manufacturing plants, airfields, and the surveillance of Allied military exercises.
The Americans, for their part, may also be conducting similar experiments. But we know very little about what happens behind the Iron Curtain, and we have never heard of flying saucers in the skies over Moscow. That does not mean they do not exist. In any case, this would better explain the secrecy surrounding these experiments. Only intelligence services could provide us with answers.
Thus, at the end of our investigation, the mystery of the flying saucers remains unsolved. And while some sightings have been explained, a few cases—though not many—have never been elucidated. We are not living in a Wellsian adventure; there appears to be no threat of an invasion by Martians or Venusians, despite the hallucinations of a few dreamers. The extraordinary natural phenomena that streak across the sky are already a remarkable enough adventure to captivate human imagination. And perhaps, in the secrecy of laboratories and on the jealously guarded testing grounds of remote-controlled devices, lies the true solution to the mystery of the flying saucers.
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