When Eight Bells Toll

'So we're not locals. We're visitors. We -wouldn't be staying at any hotel or boarding-house — too restricted, couldn't move. Almost certainly we'll have a boat. Now, where would our boat be? Not to the north of Loch Hourort for with a forecast promising a south-west Force 6 strengthening to Force 7, no boat is going to be daft enough to hang about a lee shore in that lot. The only holding ground and shallow enough sheltered anchorage in the other direction, down the Sound for forty miles, is in Torbay — and that's only four or five miles from where the Nantesville was lying at the mouth of Loch Houron, Where would you look for us?'

'I'd look for a boat anchored in Torbay. Which gun do you want?'

'I don't want any gun. You don't want any gun. People like us don't carry guns,'

'Marine biologists don't carry guns,' he nodded. 'Employees of the Ministry of Agriculture and Fisheries don't carry guns. Civil Servants are above reproach. So we play it clever. You're the boss.'

'I don't feel clever any more. And I'll take long odds that I'm not your boss any more. Not after Uncle Arthur hears what I have to tell him.'

'You haven't told me anything yet.' He finished tying the bandage round my leg and straightened. 'How's that feel?'

I tried it. 'Better. Thanks. Better still when you've taken the cork from that bottle. Get into pyjamas or something. People found fully dressed in the middle of the night cause eyebrows to go up.' I towelled my head as vigorously as my tired arms would let me. One wet hair on my head and eyebrows wouldn't just be lifting, they'd be disappearing into hairlines. 'There isn't much to tell and all of it is bad.'

He poured me a large drink, a smaller one for himself, and added water to both. It tasted the way Scotch always does after you've swum and rowed for hours and damn' near got yourself killed in the process.

'I got there without trouble. I hid behind Carrara Point till it was dusk and then paddled out to the Bogha Nuadh. I left the dinghy there and swam underwater as far as the stern of the ship. It was the Nantesville all right. Name and flag were different, a mast was gone and the white superstructure was now stone — but it was her all right. Near as dammit didn't make it - it was close to the turn of the tide but ittook me thirty minutes against that current. Must be wicked at the full flood or ebb.'

'They say it's the worst on the West Coast - worse even than Coirebhreachan.'

'I'd rather not be the one to find out. I had to hang on to the stern post for ten minutes before I'd got enough strength back to shin up that rope.'

'You took a chance.'

'It was near enough dark. Besides,' I added bitterly, 'there are some precautions intelligent people don't think to take about crazy ones. There were only two or 'three people in the after accommodation. Just a skeleton crew aboard, seven or eight, no more. All the original crew have vanished completely.'

'No sign of them anywhere?'

'No sign. Dead or alive, no sign at all. I had a bit of bad luck. I was leaving the after accommodation to go to the bridge when I passed someone a few feet away. I gave a half wave and grunted something and he answered back, I don't know what. I followed him back to the quarters. He picked up a phone in the crew's mess and I heard him talking to someone, quick and urgent. Said that one of the original crew must have been hiding and was trying to get away. I couldn't stop him - he faced the door as he was talking and he had a gun in his hand. I had to move quickly. I walked to the bridge structure------'

'You what? When you knew they were on to you? Mr. Calvert, you want your bloody head examined.'

'Uncle Arthur will put it less kindly. It was the only chance I'd ever have. Besides, if they thought it was only a terrified member of the original crew they wouldn't have been so worried: if this guy had seen me walking around dripping wet in a scuba suit he'd have turned me into a colander. He wasn't sure. On the way for'ard I passed another bloke without incident — he'd left the bridge superstructure before the alarm had been given, I suppose. I didn't stop at the bridge. I went right for'ard and hid behind the winchman's shelter. For about ten minutes there was a fair bit of commotion and a lot of flash-light work around the bridge island then I saw and heard them moving aft — must have thought I was still in the after accommodation.

'I went through all the officers' cabins in the bridge island. No one. One cabin, an engineer's, I think, had smashed  furniture and a carpet heavily stained with dry blood.   Next door, the captain's bunk had been saturated with blood.'

'They'd been warned to offer no resistance.'

'I know.   Then I found Baker and Delmont.'

'So you found them.  Baker and Delmont.' Hunslett's eyes were hooded, gazing down at the glass in his hand.  I wished to God he'd show some expression on that dark face of his.

'Delmont must have made a last-second attempt to send a call for help.  They'd been warned not to, except in emergency, so they must have been discovered.  He'd been stabbed in the back with a half-inch wood chisel and then dragged into the radio officer's cabin which adjoined the radio office.  Some time later Baker had come in.   He was wearing an officer's clothes — some desperate attempt to disguise himself, I suppose. He'd a gun in his hand, but he was looking the wrong way and the gun was pointing the wrong way. The same chisel in the back.'

Hunslett poured himself another drink. A much larger one. Hunslett hardly ever drank. He swallowed half of it in one gulp. He said: 'And they hadn't all gone aft. They'd left a reception committee.'

'They're very clever. They're very dangerous. Maybe we've moved out of our class. Or I have. A one-man reception committee, but when that one man was this man, two would have been superfluous. I know he killed Baker and Delmont. I'll never be so lucky again,'

'You got away.   Your luck hadn't run out.'

And Baker's and Delmon's had.   I knew he was blaming me.   I knew London would blame me.   I blamed myself.   I hadn't much option.  There was no one else to blame.

'Uncle Arthur,' Hunslett said.   'Don't you think-----'

'The hell with Uncle Arthur. Who cares about Uncle Arthur? How in God's name do you think I feel?' I felt