Besides, the Bo'sun, the only other attendants or witnessesâby no stretch of the imagination could they have been called mournersâat the burial were Patterson, Jamieson, Sinclair and the two stokers and two seamen who had brought up
the bodies. No one else had asked to come. For obvious reasons no one was going to mourn Dr Singh, and only Sinclair had known the two dead crewmen from the
Argos
and even then as no more than two unconscious bodies on operating tables.
Dr Singh was unceremoniously tipped over the sideânot for him the well-wishing for his journey into the hereafter. Patterson, who would obviously never have made it as a clergyman, quickly read the liturgy from the prayer-book over the two dead Greek seamen and then they, too, were gone.
Patterson closed the prayer-book. âTwice of that lot is twice too often. Let's hope there's not going to be a third time.' He looked at McKinnon. âI suppose we just plod on on our far from merry way?'
âAll we can do, sir. Lieutenant Ulbricht suggests that we alter course by and by to due south. That'll take us on a more direct route to Aberdeen. He knows what he's about. But that will be approximately twelve hours yet.'
âWhatever's best.' Patterson gazed around the empty horizon. âDoesn't it strike you as rather odd, Bo'sun, that we've been left unmolested, or at least not located, for the better part of three hours? Since all communication from the U-boat has ceased in that time they must be very dense if they're not aware that something is far wrong with it.'
âI should imagine that Admiral Doenitz's U-boat fleet commander in Trondheim is very far from
dense. I've the feeling they know exactly where we are. I understand that some of the latest U-boats are quite quick under water and one could easily be trailing us by Asdic without our knowing anything about it.' Like Patterson, only much more slowly, he looked around the horizon, then stood facing the port quarter. âWe are being tailed.'
âWhat? What's that?'
âCan't you hear it?'
Patterson cocked his head, then nodded slowly, âI think I can. Yes, I can.'
âCondor,' McKinnon said. âFocke-Wulf.' He pointed, âI can see it now. It's coming straight out of the east and Trondheim is about due east of us now. The pilot of that plane knows exactly where we are. He's been told, probably via Trondheim, by the U-boat that's trailing us.'
âI thought a submarine had to surface to transmit?'
âNo. All it has to do is to raise its transmitting aerial above the water. It could do that a couple of miles away and we wouldn't see it. Anyway, it's probably a good deal further distant than that.'
âOne wonders what the Condor's intentions are.'
âYour guess, sir. We're not, unfortunately, inside the minds of the U-boat and Luftwaffe commanders in Trondheim.
My
guess is that they're not going to try to finish us off and that's not because they've been at great pains not to sink us so far. If they wanted to sink us, one torpedo from
the U-boat I'm sure is out there would do the job nicely. Or, if they wanted to sink us from the air, they wouldn't use a Condor which is really a reconnaissance plane: Heinkels, Heinkel III's or Stukas with long-range tanks could do the job much more efficientlyâand Trondheim is only about two hundred miles from here.'
âWhat's he after, then?' The Condor was two miles distant now and losing height rapidly.
âInformation.' McKinnon looked up at the bridge and caught sight of Naseby out on the port wing looking aft towards the approaching Condor. He cupped his hands and shouted: âGeorge!' Naseby swung round.
âGet down, get down!' McKinnon made the appropriate gesture with his hand. Naseby raised an arm in acknowledgement and disappeared inside the bridge. âMr Patterson, let's get inside the superstructure. Now.'
Patterson knew when to ask questions and when not to. He led the way and within ten seconds they were all in shelter except the Bo'sun, who remained in the shattered doorway.
âInformation,' Patterson said. âWhat information?'
âOne moment.' He moved quickly to the side of the ship, looked aft for no more than two seconds, then returned to shelter.
âHalf a mile,' McKinnon said. âVery slow, very low, about fifty feet. Information? Shell-holes, say, on the sides or superstructure, something to
indicate that we had been in a fight with some vessel. He won't see any holes on the port side.'
Patterson made to speak but whatever he had to say was lost in the sudden clamour of close-range fire by machine-guns, in the cacophonous fury of hundreds of bullets striking the superstructure and side in the space of seconds, and in the abrupt crescendo of sound as giant aero engines swept by not more than fifty yards away. Another few seconds and all was relatively quiet again.
Jamieson said: âWell, yes, I can see now why you told Naseby to get his head down.'
âInformation.' Patterson sounded aggrieved, almost plaintive. âBloody funny way they set about getting information. And I thought you said they weren't going to attack us.'
âI said they wouldn't sink us. Knocking a few of the crew off would be all grist to their mill. The more of us they can kill, the more they think they'll have us at their mercy.'
âYou think they got the information they wanted?'
âI'm certain of it. You can be sure that every eye on that Condor was examining us very closely indeed as they passed by fifty yards away. They won't have seen the damage to our bows because it's underwater but they can't have helped seeing something else that's underwater up for'ardâour load-line. Unless they're completely myopic they're bound to have seen that we're down by
the head. And unless they're equally dense they're bound to realize that we've either hit something or been hit by something. It couldn't have been a mine or torpedo or we'd be at the bottom now. They'll have known at once that we must have rammed something and there won't be much guessing about what that was.'
âDear, oh dear,' Jamieson said, âI don't think I like this one little bit, Bo'sun.'
âNor me, sir. Changes things quite a bit, doesn't it? Question of the German high command's priorities, I suppose. A question of alive or dead. Is it more important to them that they take us more or less alive or do they take revenge for their lost U-boat?'
âWhichever they choose, there's damn-all we can do about it,' Patterson said. âLet's go and have lunch.'
âI think we should wait a moment, sir.' McKinnon remained still and silent for a few moments, then said: âIt's coming back.'
And back it came, flying at the same near wave-top height. The second fly-past was a mirror image of the first: instead of flying stern to stem on the port side it flew stem to stern on the starboard side, again to the accompaniment of the same fusillade of machine-gun fire. Some ten seconds after the firing ceased McKinnon, followed by the others, left the shelter and went to the port rail.
The Condor was off the port quarter, climbing steadily and flying directly away from them.
âWell, well,' Jamieson said. âWe seem to have got off lightly. Bound to have seen those three shell-holes on the starboard side, weren't they, Bo'sun?'
âCouldn't have missed them, sir.'
âThey could be gaining bombing altitude before turning back to settle accounts with us?'
âHe could bomb us from a hundred feet without the slightest bit of danger to himself.'
âOr maybe he just isn't carrying any bombs?'
âNo. He'll be carrying bombs all right. Only the Focke-Wulfs on the big half-circle from Trondheim to Lorient in France round the British Isles, or the ones who patrol as far out as the Denmark Strait don't carry bombs. They carry extra fuel tanks instead. The ones on shorter patrols always carry bombsâ250-kilo bombs, usually, not the smaller ones that Lieutenant Ulbricht used. The pilot of the Condor is, of course, in direct radio communication with Trondheim, has told them why they're not hearing from the U-boat any more, but still has been told to lay off us. For the meantime, anyway.'
âYou're right,' Patterson said. âHe's not coming back. Funny. He could have spent all dayâtill nightfall at leastâcircling us and reporting our position. But no, he's off. I wonder why.'
âNo need to wonder, sir. The Condor's exit is all the proof we require that we are being tailed by a U-boat. No point in having a U-boat and a plane tailing us at the same time.'
âIsn't there anything we can do about that damned U-boat?'
âWell, we can't ram him because we don't know where he is and we can be certain that there's no chance that he'll surface because he's bound to have heard by nowâor will hear very soonâwhat happened to the other U-boat. We can, just possibly, shake him off but not at this moment. Sure, by shutting off our engines and generators we could make him lose contact but that wouldn't be for very longâhe'd just raise his periscope, traverse the horizon and nail us again.'
âNot at this momentâyou mean, after it gets dark?'
âYes, I thought we might try then. We lie doggo for half an hour, then steam away on a new course at very low engine revolutionsâthe less racket we make the less chance there is of our being picked up. Might take us the better part of an hour to reach full speed. At the best, it's only a gamble and even if we do win that gamble it's still no guarantee that we're free and clear. The U-boat will just radio Trondheim that they've lost us. They still know approximately where we are and a Condor with a few dozen flares can cover an awfully big area in a very short time.'
âYou do my morale a power of good,' Jamieson said. âTheir tactics puzzle me. Why do they have a Condor fly out here, fly back again and then, as you suggest, fly out here at dusk? Why doesn't it
stay out here all the time and have another Condor relieve it. It doesn't make sense to me.'
âIt does to me. Although we're still a long way from Aberdeen the German brass-hats in Norway may well be making a decision as to whether or not to try to stop us again. My feelingâit's no more than thatâsays they will. No way a Condor can stop us without sinking or crippling us. It's become quite clear that they have no wish to sink us or cripple us to the extent that we can no longer proceed under our own steam. The U-boat can surface about a mile off, watch carefully for even a couple of degrees deviation in our courseâand they'll be watching for that very, very carefullyâthen proceed to pump shell after shell into the superstructure and hospital zone until we run up the little white flag.'
âYou're a great comfort to me, Bo'sun.'
As McKinnon entered the bridge, Naseby handed him a pair of binoculars.
âStarboard door, Archie. No need to go outside. A bit for'ard of midships. Near enough west, I would say.'
McKinnon took the glasses, studied the area indicated for about ten seconds, then handed the glasses back.
âMile and a half, I would say. Looks like a mirror only, of course, it's not a mirror, it's a U-boat's periscope reflecting the sun. We, George, are being subjected to psychological warfare.'
âIs that what you call it?'
âMeant to see it, of course. By accident, of course. Carelessness, of course. Slowly, very slowly, George, round to port until we're heading more or less due east, then keep it on that bearing. While you're doing that I'll call up the Chief Engineer and ask his permission.'
He located Patterson in the mess-deck, told him the situation and asked for permission to head east.
âWhatever you say, Bo'sun. Doesn't exactly get us nearer home, does it?'
âThat's what will make the Germans happy, sir. It's also what makes me happy. As long as we're heading for Norway, which is where they want us anyway, and not to Scotland, they're hardly likely to clobber us for doing exactly what they want us to do. Come darkness, of course, it's heigh-ho for Scotland again.'
âSatisfactory, Bo'sun, very satisfactory indeed. Do we make the news public?'
âI suggest you tell Mr Jamieson and Lieutenant Ulbricht, sir. As for the rest, any more talk about U-boats would only put them off their lunch.'
âHave I the ward sister's permission to have a few words with the Captain?'
âThe Captain is only two beds away.' Margaret Morrison eyed the Bo'sun speculatively. âOr do you have another secret session in mind?'
âWell, yes, it is rather private.'
âMore U-boat ramming, is it?'
âI never want to see another U-boat in my life.' McKinnon spoke with some feeling. âThe only thing that heroics will get us is an early and watery grave.' He nodded towards the bed where Oberleutnant Klaussen was lying, moving restlessly and mumbling to himself in a barely audible monologue. âIs he like this all the time?'
âAll the time. Never stops rambling on.'
âDoes any of what he says make sense?'
âNothing. Nothing at all.'
McKinnon guided the Captain into a chair in the small lounge off the crew's mess.
âMr Patterson and Mr Jamieson are here, sir. I wanted them to hear what I have in mind and to have your permission toâperhapsâcarry out certain things I have in mind. I have three suggestions to make.
âThe first concerns our destination. Are we absolutely committed to Aberdeen, sir? I mean, how ironclad are the Admiralty orders?'
Captain Bowen made a few pointed but unprintable observations about the Admiralty, then said: âThe safety of the
San Andreas
and of all aboard her are of paramount importance. If I consider this safety to be in any way endangered I'll take the
San Andreas
to any safe port in the world and the hell with the Admiralty. We're here, the Admiralty is not. We are in the gravest danger: the biggest peril facing the Admiralty is falling off their chairs in Whitehall.'
âYes, sir.' The Bo'sun half-smiled, âI did think those questions rather unnecessary but I had to ask them.'
âWhy?'
âBecause I'm convinced there's a German espionage network in Murmansk.' He outlined the reasons he had given to Lieutenant Ulbricht less than an hour previously, âIf the Germans know so much about us and our movements, then it's nearer a certainty than a possibility that they also know that our destination is Aberdeen. Maintaining any kind of course for Aberdeen is like handing the Germans a gift from the gods.
âEven more important, from my way of thinking, anyway, is
why
the Germans are so very interested in us. We probably won't know until we arrive in some safe port and even then it might take some time to find out. But if this unknown factor is so very valuable to the Germans, might it not be even more valuable to us? It is my beliefâI can't give any solid grounds for this beliefâthat the Germans would rather lose this valuable prize than let us have it. I have the uncomfortable feeling that if we got anywhere near Aberdeen the Germans would have a submarine, maybe two, loitering somewhere off Peterheadâthat's about twenty-five miles norâ-norâ-east of Aberdeenâwith orders not to let us move any further south. That could mean only one thingâtorpedoes.'
âSay no more, Bo'sun,' Jamieson said. âYou've got me convinced. Here's one passenger who wants Aberdeen struck right off our cruise itinerary.'
âI have a feeling you're right,' Bowen said. âMaybe one hundred per cent. Even if the chances were only ten per cent we wouldn't be justified in taking the risk. I have a complaint to make against myself, Bo'sun. I'm supposed to be the captain. Why didn't
I
think of that?'
âBecause you had other things on your mind, sir.'
âAnd where does that leave me?' Patterson said.
âI've only just thought of it myself, sir. I'm sure that when Mr Kennet and I were ashore in Murmansk we missed something. We must have. What I still don't understand is why the Russians
pulled us into Murmansk, why they were so prompt and efficient in repairing the hole in the hull and completing the hospital. If I had the key to answer that question I'd know the answer to everything, including the answer to why the Russians were so helpful and cooperative, in marked contrast to their standard behaviour which usually ranges from unfriendliness to downright hostility. But I don't have that key.'
âWe can only speculate,' Bowen said, âIf you've had time to consider this, Bo'sun, you've obviously had time to consider alternative ports. Safe ports. Bolt-holes, if you like.'
âYes, sir. Iceland or the Orkneysâthat is, ReykjavÃk or Scapa Flow. ReykjavÃk has the disadvantage of being half as far away again as Scapa: on the other hand, the further west we go the more we steam out of the reach of the Heinkels and Stukas. Heading for Scapa, we should be within easy reach, practically all the way, of the Heinkels and Stukas based in Bergen and there's the other disadvantage that ever since Oberleutnant Prien sank the
Royal Oak
up there, the mine defences make entry impossible. But it has the advantage that both the Navy and the RAF have bases there. I don't know for certain but I should think it very likely that they maintain frequent air patrols round the Orkneysâafter all, it is the base of the Home Fleet. I have no idea how far out those patrols range, fifty miles, a hundred, I don't know. I think there's a good chance that we
would be picked up long before we're even near Scapa.'
âTantamount to being home and dry, is that it, Bo'sun?'
âI wouldn't quite say that, sir. There are always the U-boats.' McKinnon paused and considered. âAs I see it, sir, four things. No British pilot is going to attack a British hospital ship. We'd probably be picked up by a patrol plane like a Blenheim which wouldn't waste much time in calling up fighter support and no German bomber pilot in his senses is going to risk meeting up with Hurricanes or Spitfires. The patrol plane would also certainly radio Scapa to have them open a minefield passage for us. Lastly, they'd probably send out a destroyer or frigate or sloopâsomething fast, anyway, with enough depth-charges to discourage any U-boat that might be around.'
âNot a very enviable choice,' Bowen said. âThree days to Scapa, you would say?'
âIf we manage to shake off this U-boat which I'm pretty sure is following us. Five days to ReykjavÃk.'
âWhat if we don't manage to shake off our shadower? Aren't they going to become very suspicious indeed when they see us altering course for Scapa Flow?'
âIf they do succeed in following us, they won't notice any course alteration for a couple of days or more. During that time we'll be on a direct course to Aberdeen. Once we get south of the latitude of
Fair Isle we'll alter course south-west or west-south-west or whatever for Scapa.'
âIt's a chance. It's a chance. You have any preference, Mr Patterson?'
âI think I'll leave my preference to the Bo'sun.'
âI second that,' Jamieson said.
âWell?'
âI'd feel happier in Scapa, sir.'
âI think we all would. Well, Bo'sun, suggestion number one dealt with. Number two?'
âThere are six exits from the hospital area, sir, three for'ard and three aft. Don't you think it would be wiser, sir, if we had
everybody
confined to the hospital area, except, of course, for those on watch in the engine-room and on the bridge? We know our latest Flannelfoot is still with us and it seems a good idea to confine his sphere of operationsâif he has any left, which we don't knowâto as limited an area as possible. I suggest we seal up four of those doors, two aft, two for'ard and post guards at the other two doors.'
âWeld them up, you mean?' Jamieson said.
âNo. A bomb
might
hit the hospital. The two doors not sealed off
might
buckle and jam. Everyone would be trapped. We just close the doors in the usual way and give them a couple of moderate taps with a sledge.'
Patterson said: âAnd maybe Flannelfoot has access to his own private sledgehammer.'
âHe'd never dare use it. First metallic clang and he'd have the whole ship's company on his back.'
âTrue, true.' Patterson sighed, âI grow old. You had a third point?'
âYes, sir. Involves you, if you will. I don't think it would do any harm if you were to assemble everybody and tell them what's going onânot that you can get across to Captain Andropolous and his crewâbecause I'm sure most have no idea what's going on. Tell them about Dr Singh, the transceiver and what happened to Limassol. Tell them that another Flannelfoot is at large and that's why we've closed all four doors so as to limit his movements. Please tell them that although it's not a very nice thing, they are to watch each other like hawksâit is, after all, in their own survival interestsâand to report any suspicious behaviour. It might just cramp Flannelfoot's style and it will at least give them something to do.'
Bowen said: âYou really think, Bo'sun, that thisâthe sealing off of the doors and the warning to the ship's companyâwill keep Flannelfoot in check?'
âOn the basis of our performance to date,' McKinnon said gloomily, âI very much doubt it.'
The afternoon and the early eveningâand even although they were now more than three hundred miles south of the Arctic Circle early evening in those latitudes was still very early indeedâpassed away as peacefully as McKinnon had expected. There was no sign of the U-boat but he had been certain that the U-boat would not show itself. There was no sign of any reconnaissance
Condor, which only served to confirm his belief in the enemy concealed below, nor did any Heinkels or Stukas appear over the eastern horizon, for the hour of the
coup de grâce
had not yet come.
Half an hour after sunset the night was as dark as it was likely to become on the Norwegian Sea. Cloud cover was patchy and the rest of the sky hazy although a few pale stars could be seen.
âTime, I think, George,' McKinnon said to Naseby. âI'm going below. When the engines stopâthat should be in seven or eight minutes' timeâbring her round 180° till we're heading back the way we came. You should be able to pick up our wash even though it is dark. After thatâwell, we can only hope that you'll pick up a star. I should be back in about ten minutes or so.'
On his way down he passed the Captain's cabin. There was no longer anyone there to guard the sextant and chronometer: with two of the for'ard exits from the hospital area closed off and the third under guard it was impossible for anyone to reach the upper deck and so the bridge. On the deck it was so dark, the Bo'sun was pleased to note, that he had to use the guideline to find his way to the hospital. Stephen, the young stoker, was there, acting the part of sentry: McKinnon told him to join the others on the mess-decks. When they got there McKinnon found Patterson waiting for him.
âEverybody here, sir?'
âEverybody. Not forgetting Curran and Ferguson.' Those two had been holed up in the
carpenter's shop in the bows. âRiot Act duly read. Anybody making the slightest sound after we stopâafter the engines have stopped, ratherâinadvertently or not, will be silenced. Talking only in whispers. Tell me, Bo'sun, is it really true that you can pick up the sound of a knife and fork on a plate?'
âI don't really know. I don't know how sensitive the listening devices on a modern U-boat are. I do know that the sound of a spanner being dropped on a steel deck is easily detectable. No chances.'
He went into the two wards, checked that everybody had been told of the need for absolute silence, switched on the emergency lamps and went down to the engine-room. Only Jamieson and McCrimmon were there. Jamieson looked at him and switched on an emergency lamp.
âNow, I take it?'
âIt's as dark as it's going to get, sir.'
Even by the time McKinnon had reached the mess-decks the engine revolutions had fallen away. He sat down at a mess table next to Patterson and waited in silence until the engines had stopped and the sound of the generator had died away. With the complete silence and only the feeble light from the emergency lamps to illuminate the area, the atmosphere held the elements of both the eerie and the sinister.
Patterson whispered: âNo chance that the U-boat will think that their listening apparatus has failed?'
âNo, sir. You wouldn't have to be a very efficient Asdic operator to know when engine revolutions are falling, then dying away.'
Jamieson and McCrimmon appeared, each carrying an emergency lamp. Jamieson sat beside McKinnon.
âAll we need now, Bo'sun, is a ship's chaplain.'
âA few prayers wouldn't come amiss, sir. Especially a prayer that Flannelfoot hasn't got a bug sending out a location signal.'
âPlease. Don't even talk about such things.' He was silent for some moments, then said: âWe're heeling, aren't we?'
âWe are, yes. Naseby is making a 180° turn, heading back the way we came.'
âAh!' Jamieson looked thoughtful. âSo that he will over-shoot us. Turning back on our tracks. But won't he do the same? I mean, wouldn't that be the first thing that would occur to him?'
âQuite honestly, I don't and wouldn't have the faintest idea as to what his first, second or tenth thoughts are. His first thought might be that our reversing course is so obvious a ploy that he's not even going to consider it. He might even think that we're carrying straight on for the Norwegian coast, which is so ludicrous a possibility that he may even be considering it. Or we might be heading back north-east again for the Barents Sea. Only a madman would do that, of course, but he'll have to consider the fact, whether we think he thinks we're madâor not. Alternativelyâand there are a
lot of alternativesâhe may figure that once
we
figure we're clear of his Asdic clutches we'll just continue on our course to Aberdeen. Or some place in north Scotland. Or the Orkneys. Or the Shetlands. There are an awful lot of options open to us and the chances are that he will pick the wrong one.'