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Chapter 2 ENCOUNTERING THE SPOOKIEST SPOOKS About two years after the Jupiter probe T received a telephone call during late February, 1975, from a certain highly-placed functionary in Washington, D.C. I had met him on social occasions, and we had rather enjoyable conversations since he had a deep interest in Psi research, I both admired and respected him. He was forthright about his unusual interests, and he dared to swim against the surface currents of that mighty river called "prevailing opinion" which could damage even very high reputations in the Washington maze-But in his telephone call to me, my friend was somewhat less than forthright, as the following conversation drawn from memory indicates, "A Mr. Axelrod is going to telephone you," he said- "If you can manage to do so, would you try to do whatever he asks, and ask no questions yourself." After a pause, I asked: "Well, who is Mr. Axelrod?" Now there was a pause at his end of the telephone- Then: "I can't tell you because I don't know myself. But it's important, VERY important/ very URGENT that you agree to do what he asks. "I can tell you nothing more, so please do NOT ask. Just do what he wants. And, whether you do or do not, we will never refer to this conversation again. I must ask you in friendship never to refer to me about this in any way." After which, my friend expressed a quick passing interest in how I was doing, and then virtually hung up on me. Although my contact was usually jolly, he had seemed, well, a little uptight. But otherwise, this type of thing was not entirely unusual in my new career of Psi researchMany had approached me, some of whom asked for anonymity, some using fake names such as police emissaries and detectives who wanted inputs regarding difficult crimes, a few scientists with research stoppages, an art director of a famous museum which had misplaced a valuable painting.