"Well," asked Bernie as he seated himself beside the former Private Detective, and lit a cigarette: "seen any Germans out on the bayou?" and Campbeltown laughed, before answering in kind: "nope, nary a one, just First Lieutenant Bumble ordering his troops around his aquaponics experiments!" and Bernie chuckled in turn; this was more entertaining than the perpetual feud between McFadden and MacPhee and, not for the first time since he and the two Loch brothers had been blown up in Glasgow in 1947 and hurtled back four years to find themselves in Britain's secret base in Antarctica still in the middle of the Second World War, he wondered why on Earth the Base CO, Commander Abernathy had seen fit to put that pair in a hut together; he realised that in a small unit like Operation Tabarin, no-one could possibly be kept separate from another forever, but billeting them in the same hut seemed utter madness, unless it was to keep both of them away from the rest of the contingent, but before he could finish that train of thought, Campbeltown Loch was on his feet, snatching up a pair of binoculars and training them on the distant rocky outcrop; he turned quickly towards Bernie and hissed, "call Abernathy, I'm certain I caught a glimpse of a Kriegsmarine U-Boat Service cap, due . . . . . oh fuck, is that East or North-East?" and he pointed, but Bernie had even less idea of directions here, where most faced North, or South (as far as the Pole, which wasn't so very far away, and then North again).