I grabbed my signal surveyor and dashed outside. It was about four feet tall and constructed out of a wood frame wish some simple radio equipment wired to it. I immediately started scanning. It appeared as if the signal were coming from the east, towards the horizon.

I put the finder down to pick up my pencil and pad to record the direction. When I picked it up to verify, the signal had gone down. Essaying to reacquire it, I found something most disturbing. The signal was now coming from the west, or so it appeared. Then it decreased in strength again, and once again I found it coming out of the east.

I was quite frustrated at this. I administered some percussive maintenance to the direction finder, yet it still kept giving me these contradictory results. In frustration, I slung my direction finder at the ground. I made to kick it with my foot, but I stopped when I noted the signal strength. I blinked, trying to make sure I wasn’t seeing things.

If what I was seeing was right, the signal came from above.