The judicial captain on the rear-admiral's right came to my rescue.
"Elton, did you have any actual orders from Lieutenant-Commander Peace during this time?"
"No sir," said Elton, falling into the trap. "'E kept Bissett going something cruel, sir. Said Bissett 'ad the best ears in the boat."
"So all this you are saying is merely crew's gossip — Lieutenant-Commander Peace in fact never gave you personally orders during this period?"
"No sir, but…"
"That is all I wanted to know," he said and leaned back. I needed a friend pretty badly, too.
"Now, Elton, tell us about this alleged assault," said the lieutenant.
Elton darted a venomous glance at me. They said he'd been unconscious for two hours after I'd hit him.
"We'd been at action stations all day, sir, and not a sound on the 'ydrophones," he said. "Then the skipper — I mean Lieutenant-Commander Peace, sir, comes and I seed in his face…"
"Only the facts, Elton," said the junior captain.
Elton bridled. "I was saying to Bissett, sir, that the skipper wasn't looking too good and 'ere we'd been eight hours listening for a fartin' whale… Then the skipper — I mean Lieutenant-Commander Peace, sir — was standing there looking as if he'd bloody well murder me and then 'e 'it me. When I comed round we was moving."
"What did you say to provoke Lieutenant-Commander Peace into such an extraordinary act for a commanding officer?" asked the rear-admiral.
Elton coloured. "'E overheard me saying 'e was crackers," he mumbled.
The senior captain cut short his narrative, which, told thus coldly in court, sounded too damning.
"You were with Lieutenant-Commander Peace in the Mediterranean, were you not, Elton?"
He looked suspicious. "Yes, sir, I was."
"He was a good commanding officer and — if I may say so at this stage — a very brave one, too, was he not?"
"Yes, sir, 'e was."
"Is it true Trout's crew had a nickname for him?"
"Yes sir. We called 'im ' The Mountie,' because he always got his man."
The court smiled. One up to me, I thought. A past record would only count in mitigation.
"A very brave and daring commanding officer, with the D.S.O. and now two Bars?" persisted the senior captain.
"Yes sir."
"And you never had occasion to query his actions then?"
"No sir."
"And why in this instance, then?"
Elton shuffled. Perhaps he remembered the sinkings and the glory in the Mediterranean.
"I don't want to say nothing against Lieutenant-Commander Peace," he said haltingly. "But this time 'e was different — I thought…"
"You thought, if I may use colloquial language, that he was round the bend?"
"Yes, sir, that's it. I ain't saying nothing against him…"
"Thank you, Elton, that will be all," said the president.
Elton looked across at me half apologetically as he came out of the witness box. He's said enough, I thought.
Bissett, supremely uncomfortable, took his place. After the routine questions, the incident of my striking Elton came to the fore.
"You were the only witness to this extraordinary action," said the lieutenant. "Tell the court what happened — in your own words."
"I'm afraid I can't sir," Bissett said hesitatingly.
"You can't?" echoed the prosecutor, glancing at his sheaf of papers.
"No, sir. You see, I was busy on the hydrophones. I couldn't hear what was being said between Lieutenant-Commander Peace and Elton, sir. The earpieces were over my ears. I only saw him against the bulkhead afterwards."
Good, loyal Bissett!
The Commander-in-Chief surveyed him with frosty eyes.
"Is that all you have to say about it, Bissett?"
"Yes sir."
The admiral knew his ratings well enough to know Bissett was lying like a sick baby. His glance travelled slowly between Bissett, the prosecuting officer and myself. We all knew.
"Very well," he said coldly. "Get on with this question of the whale."
The lieutenant refreshed himself from his notes.
"The night before the long stand-to at action stations — when did you first hear this extraordinary noise on the hydrophones?"
"It must have been about getting dark up above," said | Bissett. "I heard noises and so I called the captain."
"Why?"
Bissett looked puzzled. "Well sir, any extraordinary noise and I report it at once. That's the way it works in a submarine." His gibe touched the lieutenant.
"What was different about this noise from any other — you could have been mistaken, couldn't you? Might it not have been a confused echo back from the warships — the ones which stopped and gave you mail?"
Bissett smiled, the smile of a man who really knew what he was talking about.
"No sir, definitely not; I never heard a noise like that — before or since."
"Can you describe it?"
"Yes sir. It was a sort of regular gurgling — a sort of thumping and a gurgle, but quite regular, sir."'
The judicial captain leaned forward.
"Not once or twice — like ah… a whale?"
The Wren's pencil trembled slightly.
Bissett smiled. "No sir. I listened to it moving left to right, travelling at first maybe at about ten knots. Then it slowed."
"Did Lieutenant-Commander Peace hear it too?"
"Yes sir, he listened at the hydrophones. Then he changed course and we followed it."
"How long?"
"Near two hours, sir."
"Now tell the court, when Lieutenant-Commander Peace heard it for the first time, what was his reaction?"
"He seemed interested, but puzzled, like I was, sir."
"Was there anything — er — abnormal about him at that stage?"
Bissett's face grew red.
"There ain't anything wrong with the captain," he broke out. "He's the best bloody skipper I ever sailed with…"
"Bissett!" growled the gold lace in the middle.
Bissett swung and faced him. "It's true, sir. Ask any of the crew. He's on the mat because young Elton here got what he deserved. We still dunno what he was up to, but any of us would go to sea tomorrow with him if you asked us."
The judicial captain said ironically: "A very fine spontaneous tribute and I hope it was not too quick for the record. We want facts, Bissett. The court will ask for your opinion if it requires it. Meanwhile you can save it."
"He saved us often enough," said Bissett rather wildly.
The lieutenant stepped into the breach.
"Now, Bissett," he said. "You had been following this strange noise on a steady bearing for two hours, correct? Then what happened?"
"Lieutenant-Commander Peace rushed in, excited-like and told me to switch off everything."
"What was he excited about?"
"I don't know, sir. He don't usually consult me about an attack. I'm only a rating."
A heavy frown split the Commander-in-Chief's face at this uncalled for sarcasm. But he kept quiet.
"And then?"
"After I had switched off, he told me not to use the hydrophones again without his express permission, sir."
"What would you deduce from that?"
"That Trout was in danger — in big danger, sir. He knew what he was doing."
"The court will decide that," said the lieutenant grimly.
"And when did you next use the hydrophones?"
"Next day, when we went to action stations."
"What did you hear?"
"No transmissions, sir," said Bissett woodenly.
"Until when?"
"After he knocked Elton out, sir. The transmissions was the same. Lieutenant-Commander Peace was with me at the time."
"Same as what?"
"As the previous night, sir. No mistaking it. Regular, gurgling. Not H.E, sir."