A Twist Of Sand

"I shall bring two other witnesses to swear they were used to you, Lieutenant Garland."

John shrugged slightly. The prosecutor saw he was wasting his time.

"Now some time afterwards Lieutenant-Commander Peace rushed through the control room in an agitated state and shouted for the hydrophones to be switched off immediately — correct?"

John smiled slightly. "Lieutenant-Commander Peace stepped, through the control room — I was unaware of an agitated state and ordered the hydrophones to be switched off."

"Why?"

John flickered a glance at the Commander-in-Chief. "In submarines an asdic transmission, or any untoward noise, can reveal one's presence to the enemy. The order was perfectly logical to me."

"The enemy, lieutenant — what enemy?"

"The sound at the other end of the hydrophones."

The prosecutor began to enjoy himself. "Both you and the chief hydrophone operator have used the term enemy without the slightest reason to suspect there was anything at all making a noise — not even a whale, with or without alimentary ailments."

The sally left John as cool as before.

"To me, sir, strange transmissions at sea, in war-time in a submarine, are the enemy. Until they're proved otherwise."

"A curious attitude," remarked the prosecuting officer. "In other words, fire first and ask questions afterwards?"

"Yes, sir," replied John.

"And then Lieutenant-Commander Peace ordered silent routine — why?"

"Normal precautions when in contact with the enemy," said John with a ghost of a smile.

"Logical, rational orders?"

"Yes."

"When a noise, which could not be identified by anyone on board, let alone Lieutenant-Commander Peace, was heard?"

"Logical and rational battle orders, sir."

"And you would consider equally logical and rational Lieutenant-Commander Peace's ordering you off the bridge and navigating himself, without reference to his senior officer?"

John remained silent. It was all he could do.

The prosecutor had me in the bag — and he knew it.

"I quote you," he said: "'What's the buzz Geoffrey — and brushing up on the old navigation all by yourself, too.'"

My defending officer was on his feet in a trice.

"If the prosecutor wishes to question his witness on the point, he is at liberty to do so. He cannot say 'I quote'."

"I withdraw that, then," replied the other, but to the naval minds unused to the niceties of the law, I could see that my case had been further damaged.

"Lieutenant-Commander Peace made another sharp alteration of course before steaming all night at high speed?"

"Yes, sir," said John miserably, and gave technical details of course, speed and so on.

The prosecutor tapped his pencil lightly on the table. "And when you approached a destination — still unknown to you — Lieutenant-Commander Peace ordered you off the bridge, as well as the watchmen?"

"That is correct, sir," said John.

"Why did he do that?"

"I do not know, sir."

"Were those 'logical, rational orders'?"

"I was surprised, I admit, but Lieutenant-Commander Peace has always had an individual touch. I remember"

"No reminiscences, please, Lieutenant. Stick to the facts."

"After which, from the bridge, Lieutenant-Commander Peace gave a series of course alterations at short intervals?"

Thinking of my navigation off the Skeleton Coast, that was a superb understatement.

"Yes, sir."

The prosecutor looked at him. "Please produce to the court your chart showing them."

This was the left hook to the jaw.

"There was no chart," he replied simply.

"No chart?" exclaimed the rear-admiral. "What do you mean, Lieutenant Garland?"

"I mean, sir, that Lieutenant-Commander Peace was navigating from a chart of his own, which he did not reveal to me. The log is here, though."

The old fighter behind the table eyed John severely.

"You have no idea where you were?"

"No, sir, not to this moment."

"Or what you were following?"

"No, sir."

"Or what the alterations of course were for?"

"No, sir."

"No idea at all?" he barked out.

"We must have been close to land, sir, because of the echo-sounder readings."

"And then Trout lay at the bottom of the sea at action stations for eight hours with torpedoes at the ready?"

The prosecutor flicked over several pages of notes to draw this further damaging conclusion.

"Yes, sir."

The log book was passed up to the main table. The rear-admiral peered at it intently for a moment and then threw it down with a snort of disgust. I probably would have too.

The judicial captain chipped in.

"Lieutenant Garland, if you were presented with this log book with these apparently unrelated changes of course — extreme changes of course — what would your interpretation of it be?"

John looked across at me, the first time he had done so. There was no compassion in that look, such as I had seen when he came in and found me laughing after I had decided to go in and sink NP I in her hide-out.

He replied firmly and without hesitation: "I would have said they were the work of a madman."

The Commander-in-Chief let out a faint sigh. My best friend had made the most damning statement yet before the court.