"The Sun's moon nonsense took place before the Martians landed in Surrey, so they don't have that excuse." Henderson shakes his head. "Sensationalism, that's what it was. Men on the moon with wings like bats. The real ones weren't nearly that sensational-looking. Ugly brutes, with just as ugly intentions, as it turned out. Looked like great squid."

Henderson wonders if his paper actually believed him when he telegraphed London. Frankly, he wouldn't be surprised if they didn't.