Danger! and Other Stories by Arthur Conan Doyle (best books to read .TXT) 📕

7-->ordered them to convey, secretly by night, oil, spare parts, extra torpedoes, storage batteries, reserve periscopes, and everything that I could need for refitting.  The little whitewashed villa of a retired confectioner—that was the base from which I operated against England.

The boats lay at Blankenberg, and thither I went.  They were working frantically at the defences, and they had only to look seawards to be spurred to fresh exertions.  The British fleet was assembling.  The ultimatum had not yet expired, but it was evident that a blow would be struck the instant that it did.  Four of their aeroplanes, circling at an immense height, were surveying our defences.  From the top of the lighthouse I counted thirty battleships and cruisers in the offing, with a number of the trawlers with which in the British service they break through the mine-fields.  The approaches were actually sown with two hundred mines, half contact and half observation, but the result showed that they were insufficient to hold off the enemy, since three days later both town and fleet were speedily destroyed.

However, I am not here to tell you the incidents of the war, but to explain my own part in it, which had such a decisive effect upon the result.  My first action was to send my four second-class boats away instantly to the point which I had chosen for my base.  There they were to wait submerged, lying with negative buoyancy upon the sands in twenty foot of water, and rising only at night.  My strict orders were that they were to attempt nothing upon the enemy, however tempting the opportunity.  All they had to do was to remain intact and unseen, until they received further orders.  Having made this clear to Commander Panza, who had charge of this reserve flotilla, I shook him by the hand and bade him farewell, leaving with him a sheet of notepaper upon which I had explained the tactics to be used and given him certain general principles which he could apply as circumstances demanded.

My whole attention was now given to my own flotilla, which I divided into two divisions, keeping Iota and Kappa under my own command, while Captain Miriam had Delta and Epsilon.  He was to operate separately in the British Channel, while my station was the Straits of Dover.  I made the whole plan of campaign clear to him.  Then I saw that each ship was provided with all it could carry.  Each had forty tons of heavy oil for surface propulsion and charging the dynamo which supplied the electric engines under water.  Each had also eighteen torpedoes as explained and five hundred rounds for the collapsible quick-firing twelve-pounder which we carried on deck, and which, of course, disappeared into a water-tight tank when we were submerged.  We carried spare periscopes and a wireless mast, which could be elevated above the conning-tower when necessary.  There were provisions for sixteen days for the ten men who manned each craft.  Such was the equipment of the four boats which were destined to bring to naught all the navies and armies of Britain.  At sundown that day—it was April 10th—we set forth upon our historic voyage.

Miriam had got away in the afternoon, since he had so much farther to go to reach his station.  Stephan, of the Kappa, started with me; but, of course, we realized that we must work independently, and that from that moment when we shut the sliding hatches of our conning-towers on the still waters of Blankenberg Harbour it was unlikely that we should ever see each other again, though consorts in the same waters.  I waved to Stephan from the side of my conning-tower, and he to me.  Then I called through the tube to my engineer (our water-tanks were already filled and all kingstons and vents closed) to put her full speed ahead.

Just as we came abreast of the end of the pier and saw the white-capped waves rolling in upon us, I put the horizontal rudder hard down and she slid under water.  Through my glass portholes I saw its light green change to a dark blue, while the manometer in front of me indicated twenty feet.  I let her go to forty, because I should then be under the warships of the English, though I took the chance of fouling the moorings of our own floating contact mines.  Then I brought her on an even keel, and it was music to my ear to hear the gentle, even ticking of my electric engines and to know that I was speeding at twelve miles an hour on my great task.

At that moment, as I stood controlling my levers in my tower, I could have seen, had my cupola been of glass, the vast shadows of the British blockaders hovering above me.  I held my course due westward for ninety minutes, and then, by shutting off the electric engine without blowing out the water-tanks, I brought her to the surface.  There was a rolling sea and the wind was freshening, so I did not think it safe to keep my hatch open long, for so small is the margin of buoyancy that one must run no risks.  But from the crests of the rollers I had a look backwards at Blankenberg, and saw the black funnels and upper works of the enemy’s fleet with the lighthouse and the castle behind them, all flushed with the pink glow of the setting sun.  Even as I looked there was the boom of a great gun, and then another.  I glanced at my watch.  It was six o’clock.  The time of the ultimatum had expired.  We were at war.

There was no craft near us, and our surface speed is nearly twice that of our submerged, so I blew out the tanks and our whale-back came over the surface.  All night we were steering south-west, making an average of eighteen knots.  At about five in the morning, as I stood alone upon my tiny bridge, I saw, low down in the west, the scattered lights of the Norfolk coast.  “Ah, Johnny, Johnny Bull,” I said, as I looked at them, “you are going to have your lesson, and I am to be your master.  It is I who have been chosen to teach you that one cannot live under artificial conditions and yet act as if they were natural ones.  More foresight, Johnny, and less party politics—that is my lesson to you.”  And then I had a wave of pity, too, when I thought of those vast droves of helpless people, Yorkshire miners, Lancashire spinners, Birmingham metal-workers, the dockers and workers of London, over whose little homes I would bring the shadow of starvation.  I seemed to see all those wasted eager hands held out for food, and I, John Sirius, dashing it aside.  Ah, well! war is war, and if one is foolish one must pay the price.

Just before daybreak I saw the lights of a considerable town, which must have been Yarmouth, bearing about ten miles west-south-west on our starboard bow.  I took her farther out, for it is a sandy, dangerous coast, with many shoals.  At five-thirty we were abreast of the Lowestoft lightship.  A coastguard was sending up flash signals which faded into a pale twinkle as the white dawn crept over the water.  There was a good deal of shipping about, mostly fishing-boats and small coasting craft, with one large steamer hull-down to the west, and a torpedo destroyer between us and the land.  It could not harm us, and yet I thought it as well that there should be no word of our presence, so I filled my tanks again and went down to ten feet.  I was pleased to find that we got under in one hundred and fifty seconds.  The life of one’s boat may depend on this when a swift craft comes suddenly upon you.

We were now within a few hours of our cruising ground, so I determined to snatch a rest, leaving Vornal in charge.  When he woke me at ten o’clock we were running on the surface, and had reached the Essex coast off the Maplin Sands.  With that charming frankness which is one of their characteristics, our friends of England had informed us by their Press that they had put a cordon of torpedo-boats across the Straits of Dover to prevent the passage of submarines, which is about as sensible as to lay a wooden plank across a stream to keep the eels from passing.  I knew that Stephan, whose station lay at the western end of the Solent, would have no difficulty in reaching it.  My own cruising ground was to be at the mouth of the Thames, and here I was at the very spot with my tiny Iota, my eighteen torpedoes, my quick-firing gun, and, above all, a brain that knew what should be done and how to do it.

When I resumed my place in the conning-tower I saw in the periscope (for we had dived) that a lightship was within a few hundred yards of us upon the port bow.  Two men were sitting on her bulwarks, but neither of them cast an eye upon the little rod that clove the water so close to them.  It was an ideal day for submarine action, with enough ripple upon the surface to make us difficult to detect, and yet smooth enough to give me a clear view.  Each of my three periscopes had an angle of sixty degrees so that between them I commanded a complete semi-circle of the horizon.  Two British cruisers were steaming north from the Thames within half a mile of me.  I could easily have cut them off and attacked them had I allowed myself to be diverted from my great plan.  Farther south a destroyer was passing westwards to Sheerness.  A dozen small steamers were moving about.  None of these were worthy of my notice.  Great countries are not provisioned by small steamers.  I kept the engines running at the lowest pace which would hold our position under water, and, moving slowly across the estuary, I waited for what must assuredly come.

I had not long to wait.  Shortly after one o’clock I perceived in the periscope a cloud of smoke to the south.  Half an hour later a large steamer raised her hull, making for the mouth of the Thames.  I ordered Vornal to stand by the starboard torpedo-tube, having the other also loaded in case of a miss.  Then I advanced slowly, for though the steamer was going very swiftly we could easily cut her off.  Presently I laid the Iota in a position near which she must pass, and would very gladly have lain to, but could not for fear of rising to the surface.  I therefore steered out in the direction from which she was coming.  She was a very large ship, fifteen thousand tons at the least, painted black above and red below, with two cream-coloured funnels.  She lay so low in the water that it was clear she had a full cargo.  At her bows were a cluster of men, some of them looking, I dare say, for the first time at the mother country.  How little could they have guessed the welcome that was awaiting them!

On she came with the great plumes of smoke floating from her funnels, and two white waves foaming from her cut-water.  She was within a quarter of a mile.  My moment had arrived.  I signalled full speed ahead and steered straight for her course.  My timing was exact.  At a hundred yards I gave the signal, and heard the clank