“Precisely! No harm done next door.” Trench traverses and “funk-pit shelters” for localising the effects of shell-bursts are the terrestrial expression of marine construction. No one shell happened to get many men either on the _Lion_ or the _Tiger_. But the effect of the burst was felt in the passages, for the air-pressure is bound to be pronounced in enclosed spaces which allow of little room for the expansion of the gases. Then up more ladders out of the electric light into the daylight, hugging a wall of armour whose thickness was revealed in the cut made for the small doorway which you were bidden to enter. Now you were in one of the brain-centres of the ship, where the action is directed. Through slits in that massive shelter of the hardest steel one had a narrow view. Above them on the white wall were silhouetted diagrams of the different types of German ships, which one found in all observing stations. They were the most popular form of mural decoration in the British navy. Underneath the slits was a literal panoply of the brass fittings of speaking-tubes and levers and push-buttons, which would have puzzled even the “Hello, Central” girl. To look at them revealed nothing more than the eye saw; nothing more than the face of a watch reveals of the character of its works. There was no telling how they ran in duplicate below the water line or under the protection of armour to the guns and the engines. “We got one in here, too. It was a good one!” said the host. “Junk, of course,” was how he expressed the result. Here, too, a man stepped forward to take the place of the man who was killed, just as the first lieutenant takes the place of a captain of infantry who falls. With the whole telephone apparatus blown off the wall, as it were, how did he communicate? “There!” The host pointed toward an opening at his feet. If that failed there was still another way. In the final alternative, each turret could go on firing by itself. So the Germans must have done on the _Blücher_ and on the _Gneisenau_ and the _Scharnhorst_ in their last ghastly moments of bloody chaos. “If this is carried away and then that is, why, then, we have--” as one had often heard officers say on board our own ships. But that was hypothesis. Here was demonstration, which made a glimpse of the _Lion_ and the _Tiger_ so interesting. The _Lion_ had had a narrow escape from going down after being hit in the feed tank; but once in dry dock, all her damaged parts had been renewed. Particularly it required imagination to realise that this tower had ever been struck; visually, more convincing was a plate elsewhere which had been left unpainted, showing a spatter of dents from shell-fragments. “We thought that we ought to have something to prove that we had been in battle,” said the host. “I think I’ve shown all the hits. There were not many.”