The Long Voyage Home Page #4

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Well, what do you wanna do, Cocky? | Whistle up a few submarines?

Blasted U-boats. | I hope the British navy sinks them all.

Not only the submarines we have to fear, | that's what I'm thinking.

Oh, you don't have to worry about mines | as far out as this.

I wasn't thinking of mines either.

Your wheel, Ole?

My lookout.

- Ain't it your deck watch? | - Yes, yes. Surely.

- I can't figure that guy out. | - No, no one has.

Watch that light!

Sorry, Drisk.

- Do you know what I caught him doing? | - What?

Going through the old man's code books.

Nah! Smitty, good fellow.

Wanna get square-headed...

Wait till you hear what I seen.

Ole, I see light.

She wink on. She wink off. | Then she wink away.

- Sure, Axel. | - Yeah.

Hit the bunk!

Taking a gander at the chart.

I think the ship's not safe with the fellow. | I think I'll sleep outside on deck.

I tell you, I see that light. She wink on. | She wink off. Just like wigwag.

And that's another thing. | How did I forget that?

I thought the square-head was seeing | things. Maybe he ain't so dopey after all.

I'm coming along the deck, see, | with a coffee pot when...

Curse that fog!

Curse him thick!

Who's the lug put his cup | where a man'd sit on it.

Smitty.

He think he's such a fine gentleman

that he can't put his own away | the same as the rest of us?

- He use for get dressed, Smitty, all right? | - All right, is he?

Of course he's all right!

Can't you keep your tempers? | It's this blasted fog.

The thought you might be blown | to smithereens any minute.

It's my last trip through the zone, so it is.

Devil take them and their 25% bonus.

Be caught like a rat in the trap | in the bargain maybe.

- So you think the Duke's all right? | - Now look here, my boy...

Look, there it is. That's it.

Are you all crazy?

The light. That's where it comes from. | What'd I tell you?

Hey! You're showing the lights, you lug.

- Who left that open? | - Smitty.

Who has done it if Smitty didn't? | It's over his bunk, isn't it?

She wink on. She wink off. | Just like wigwag.

Hey, what's going on here | behind my back?

That's what we're trying to tell you, Drisk.

Maybe you won't be thinking | so much of the Duke when you hear it.

All right, all right. Out with it.

Stop winking and nodding | and making a mystery of things.

Keep your eye on the door.

- Sing out if you see Smitty coming. | - Yeah.

I see him in the chart room, | getting a fix on our course.

I caught him in the Captain's cabin, | pouring over the code book,

the International Code book.

Easy-peasy.

Take it easy, Drisk.

Shut up.

By jiminy! By devil!

Are you gonna have it out on deck?

Why should we stay here | and be blown to bits?

Are you frightened, you toad?

Well, it's a fine thing when full grown men

shiver like children | at the sight of a little black box.

Still, it's a devilish thing, the look of it.

"A bit of a black box," you call it?

How big do you think it has to be? | As big as this fo'c's'le?

It looks bad, so it does.

There's only one consolement.

The traitor's English.

Who says he's English?

Haven't you read | how all them German spies

has been living for years in London

and talks the King's English, | as good as I do.

He talks English too good. | That's what I mean.

That's right.

I never met a swell | that talked the way he does.

Now, listen, Drisk,

was he ever open with us | like a good shipmate?

No, he always keeps to himself | like he was hiding something.

And the name he calls himself, Smith.

I'll bet a buck on my next payday | that his real name is Schmidt.

Schmidt.

By devil, Schmidt!

Devil take me | if I don't think you have the truth of it.

I wish he didn't come back | after he jumped ship in United States.

Jumped ship. Jumped ship!

He was passing the word | to some German bloke

about the ammunition we're carrying.

I'll lay odds he was trying to sneak in | onboard when they nabbed him.

Well, I never was afraid | of anything or anyone.

- Don't monkey with it. | - Let's see face to face.

- Now get out of here! | - Careful, Drisk.

- Get that bucket of water. | - What are you gonna do with it, Drisk?

I'll show you what I'll do | with this Devil's machinery.

The devil's got you hot as a clam bake?

You guys keep out of this. Stand back.

- Good work, Drisk. | - Now, she don't blow up, by golly.

- What do you mean "blow up"? | - You pipe down.

Now, let's find this blaggart.

They hang spies on shore, | don't they?

Over the side with him, | and one man missing in the morning.

He'll go over the side, all right, | but not till after he's had a fair trial.

Ain't you seen enough, Drisk?

If Yank, God rest his soul, was here, | he'd agree with me. Johnny. Davis.

I found it.

We found it under his bunk. | Yeah, under his mattress.

- There's a bomb in there. | - I knew. I knew that fellow.

Here, just what's...

If this is your idea of a joke...

We'll show you how much of a joke it is | before we're through with you.

If you'll be good enough to explain...

It's you who'll do the explaining, | my fine gentleman.

Look at it, you dirty swine.

- Look at it! | - What is it?

Thought you wasn't half a fox, | didn't you?

It's mine. | What are you doing with my things?

What's in it? | Would you tell us to our faces?

- That's my business. | - Well, we're making it our business.

Get his keys. | See if he has one that'll open it.

Don't you open that, Driscoll.

If you do, so help me, | I'll kill you if I hang for it.

I am not the one to be killed. | I'm no dirty spy.

- Spy? | - We're on to your tricks.

Hiding this box under your mattress

so you could sneak out later | and put it in the hall.

What are you talking about, you fool? | I only put it there

so that I could get it quick in case | we were torpedoed. You must be insane!

Keep your mouth shut!

What are you talking about? | Let me get out of this...

- Wait. | - Get back there, you lot!

Stand back, you hairy ape!

It's...

It's nothing but a packet of letters.

Letters, what did I tell you?

That's why he was going | through the code book.

Letters are worse than bombs sometimes.

Where else would spies | get their orders from

if it wasn't from letters?

What orders would he be getting, | do you suppose?

Open it and find out.

The name written here is,

"Thomas Fenwick."

That's no more his name than Smith.

Schmidt, that's this guy's real tag.

You don't suppose | he'd be using his own name, do you?

It's a foreign postmark by the looks of it.

Look at the stamp.

B-E-R...

Berlin! | I knew them letters was from Germany.

Berlin, by devil!

Read it, Drisk.

I'm not much of a hand at reading,

but it begins, "Tom, darling."

"Tom, darling"?

- Read it out louder. | - Yeah, out loud.

"Tom, darling,

"Clive said he'd seen you at Gibraltar

"before you sailed for Malta.

"It wasn't anything he said, | but his manners seemed queer,

"and I was terribly uneasy

"until your letter arrived.

"There is only one thing, Tom, darling,

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