and handed the phone to the Bo'sun.
'Bo'sun? This is Ward A. Sinclair speaking. I think you had better come down.' Sinclair sounded weary or dispirited, or both. 'Flannelfoot has struck again. There's been an accident. No need to break your neck, though ? nobody's been hurt.'
'We've been far too long without an accident.' The Bo'sun felt as weary as Sinclair. 'What happened?'
'Transceiver's wrecked.'
'That's just splendid. I'm on my way — at a leisurely pace.' He replaced the phone. Flannelfoot's at it again, George. It seems that the transceiver in Ward A is not quite what it was.'
'Oh Jesus.' It wasn't an exclamation of shock, horror or anger, just a sign of resignation. 'Why wasn't the alarm buzzer pressed.'
'I shall no doubt find that out when I get there. I'll send Trent to relieve you. I suggest you broach Captain Bowen's supplies. Life aboard the San Andreas, George, is like life everywhere, just one damned thing after another.'
The first thing that took McKinnon's eye in Ward A was not the transceiver in the Cardiac Arrest box but the sight of Margaret Morrison, eyes closed, lying on a bed with Janet Magnusson bending over her. The Bo'sun looked at Dr Sinclair, who was sitting disconsolately in the chair that was normally occupied by the ward sister.
'I thought you said nobody had been hurt.'
'Not hurt in the medical sense, although Sister Morrison might take issue with me on that matter. She's been chloroformed but will be fine in a few minutes.'
'Chloroformed? Flannelfoot doesn't seem to have a very original turn of mind.'
'He's a callous bastard. This girl has just been wounded, once quite nastily, but this character seems to have been missing when they handed out humanitarian instincts.'
'You expect delicacy and a tenderness of feeling from a criminal who tries to murder a man with a crowbar?' McKinnon walked to the side of the table and looked down at the mangled remains of the transceiver. 'I'll spare you the obvious remarks. Naturally, of course, no one knows what happened because of course there were no eyewitnesses.'
'That's about it. If it's any use, Nurse Magnusson here was the person to discover this.'
McKinnon looked at her. 'Why did you come through? Did you hear a noise?'
She straightened from the bed and looked at him with some disfavour.
'You are a cold-blooded fish, Archie McKinnon. This poor, poor girl lying here, the radio smashed and you don't even look upset or annoyed, far less furious. / am furious.'
'I can see that. But Margaret will be all right and the set is a total ruin. I see no point in getting angry about things I can do nothing about and what passes for my mind has other things to worry about. Did you hear anything?'
'You're hopeless. No, I heard nothing. I just came in to talk to her. She was crumpled over her table. I ran for Dr Sinclair and we lifted her into this bed here.'
'Surely someone saw something. They couldn't all have been asleep.'
'No. The Captain and the Chief Officer were awake.' She smiled sweetly. 'You may have noticed, Mr McKinnon, that the eyes of both Captain Bowen and Chief Officer Rennet are heavily bandaged.'
'You just wait,' McKinnon said sotto voce, 'until I get you to the Shetlands. They think a lot of me in Lerwick.' She made a moue and the Bo'sun looked across to Bowen. 'Did you hear anything, Captain?'
'I heard something that sounded like the tinkling of glass. Wasn't much, though.'
'You, Mr Rennet?'
'Same, Bo'sun. Again it wasn't much.'
'It didn't have to be. You don't require a sledgehammer to crush a few valves. A little pressure from the sole of the foot would be enough.' He turned to Janet again. 'But Margaret wouldn't have been asleep. She'd have been bound — no, he couldn't have come that way. He'd have had to pass through your ward. I'm not being very bright today, am I?'
'No, you're not.' She smiled again but this time without malice. 'Not our usual hawk-eyed selves this evening, are we?'
McRinnon turned and looked past the Sister's table. The door to the recovery room was about an inch ajar. McRinnon nodded.
'It figures. Why should he bother to close it when it would be obvious to anyone with half an eye — he must have forgotten about me — that there was no other way he could have entered. Mess-deck, side passage, operating room, recovery room, Ward A — simple as that. Every door unlocked, of course. Why should they have been otherwise? Well, we don't bother locking them now. When did this happen, anyone know — sometime between engine start-up and the lights coming back on again?'
'I think it had to be that,' Sinclair said. 'It would have been the ideal time and opportunity. About ten minutes after start-up but five minutes before the generator came on Mr Patterson gave permission for people to talk normally and move around as long as they didn't make any loud noise. The emergency lights are pretty feeble at the best of times, everyone was talking excitedly — relief of tension I suppose, hopes that we had slipped the submarine, thankfulness that we were still in one piece, that sort of thing — and lots of people moving around. It would have been childishly simple for anyone to disappear unnoticed and return again after a minute, still unnoticed.'
'Had to be that,' the Bo'sun said. 'Anyone of the crew, or that lot from Murmansk ? in fact, anyone who was out there. Still no nearer the identity of the man with the key to the dispensary. Captain, Mr Kennet, I am wondering why you didn't call Sister Morrison. Surely you must have smelled the chloroform?'
Janet said: 'Oh, come on Archie, you can see that their noses are bandaged up. Could you smell anything with a handkerchief to your nose?'
'You're just half right, Nurse,' Bowen said. 'I did smell it but it was very faint. The trouble is that there are so many medical and antiseptic smells in a ward that I paid no attention to it.'
'Well, he wouldn't have gone back to the mess-deck with a sponge reeking of chloroform. Hands too, for that matter. Back in a moment.'
The Bo'sun unhooked an emergency light, went into the recovery room, looked around briefly, then passed into the operating theatre where he switched on the lights. Almost immediately, in a bucket in a corner, he found what he was looking for and returned to Ward A.
'A sponge — duly reeking of chloroform — a smashed ampoule and a pair of rubber gloves. Quite useless.'
'Not to Flannelfoot, they weren't,' Sinclair said.
'Useless to us. Useless as evidence. Gets us nowhere.' McKinnon perched on the Sister's table and looked in slight irritation at Oberleutnant Klaussen who was muttering away to himself, unintelligibly, incessantly.
'Is he still like this? Always like this?'
Sinclair nodded. 'Goes on non-stop.'
'Must be damned annoying. To the other patients and to the sister or nurse in charge. Why isn't his bed wheeled into the recovery room?'
'Because the sister in charge-that's Margaret, remember? — doesn't want him removed.' Janet was being cool and patient. 'He's her patient, she wants to keep a close eye on aim and she doesn't mind. Any more questions, Archie?'
'You mean why don't I be on my way or keep quiet or go and do something. Do what? Do some detecting?' He looked gloomy. 'There's nothing to detect. I'm just waiting till Margaret comes round.'
'Signs of grace at last.'
'I want to ask her some questions.'
'I might have known. What questions? It's as certain as can be that the assailant crept up behind her unseen and had her unconscious before she knew anything about it. Otherwise she'd have reached for the button or called for help. She did neither. There are no questions you can ask her that we can't answer.'
'As I'm not a gambler I won't take your money away from you. Question number one. How did Flannelfoot know and he must have known — that, apart from Captain Bowen and Mr Kennet who are effectively blind at the moment, everyone else in Ward A was asleep? He would never have dared to do what he did if there was even a remote possibility of someone being awake. So how did he know? Answer, please.'
