You can be sure Fourgues made a hell of a row because the _Pamir_ had not been able to send a wireless message to the _Worthminster_, which had wireless, as we had seen at Marseilles. To see a submarine running after a friendly ship and not to be able to say, “Turn back to the west! Shells and torpedoes are coming!”--you’ll admit that’s enough to make one groan with despair! If only our tiller-rope hadn’t jammed, Fourgues would have chased after the Boche at the risk of being shelled, because the _Worthminster_ would have seen that something was up and would have disappeared. But it took two hours to clear the tiller-rope and repair it and stop turning round and round. So Fourgues went on his way signalling that he had seen a Boche submarine near Matapan and all the boats we met bore south. Those who came behind us were sunk, I suppose, without anyone being able to warn them. At Salonica the Naval authorities asked Fourgues a pack of questions about the show. As the _Pamir_ had received no damage in the hull or upper works they tried to make Fourgues say he had dreamed it all and that he had seen no more submarine than in my eye. He was so indignant that he didn’t even get into a rage. “Very well,” he said. “If it’s necessary to let yourself be sent to the bottom in order to prove that you have seen a submarine, next time I will stop and wait for it and then perhaps you’ll believe me. In any case you will get confirmation from the _Worthminster_ which----” When he mentioned the _Worthminster_ the others looked odd and that makes us sure that she is lost. But they wouldn’t give any information. They merely questioned Fourgues: “Why didn’t you warn the _Worthminster_?” “No wireless.” “Why didn’t you try to ram the submarine?” “Tiller-rope jammed and damaged.” “Why didn’t you attack the submarine?” “No guns and a high sea.” “Why didn’t you signal the _Worthminster_?” “She was on the horizon and it was raining. You couldn’t have seen a signal at five hundred yards.” And so on and so forth. Fourgues left abruptly, filing a written statement, and saying that as the folks who are drowned are blamed and the landsmen find fault with them, he would wash his hands of the whole business, and the next time he would let the submarine go about its job in order to settle the account and shut them up. But that, old man, was just the bad temper of the moment, for he doesn’t want the _Pamir_ to rot at the bottom of the sea any more than I do.