WHEN THE PASSENGERS were all inside the submarine, Olsen sent the two seamen down after them and told Hallet to shut and clip the guntower hatch. Then he climbed up the side of the bridge, to report to the Captain.
‘All aboard, Sir. Hatch shut.’
“Thank God for that.’ Setter was going astern, clearing the fishing boat. MacGregor said into the voicepipe, ‘Stop together. Starboard twenty. Half ahead together.’ He turned to Olsen. ‘I’m going to take a gander at what’s left of that launch. There just might be a survivor... Midships! Steady as you go!’
Olsen picked up his binoculars: he’d left them in the bridge after the shooting was finished, because they’d have got in his way, down there on the casing. He focused them on the vague dotting of wreckage: there wasn’t much, only bits and piece
