It didn't take Commander Abernathy long to go through the schedules with Captain Buccleuch and see that the one Marine who spent the majority of the Day Shifts at the Brig was Lance-Corporal Dougal MacDougal – in fact he had swapped shifts on a number of occasions, finding many of his shipmates happy to get out of that Detail – so once he had recovered from his injuries, which looked at first more serious than they were, he was called to the Commander's Office: "take a pew, MacDougal, cigarette? tot of grog? relax man, Captain Buccleuch and I just want to bat a few ideas about, where that four might have gone, could they have been taken on board a Kraut sub? that sort of thing; but don't get the idea we're just indulging in omphaloskepsis, in newspeak, which has become all the rage back in Whitehall, we're 'brainstorming' and we want some help from you, as the last person to see them. see?" and Buccleuch chipped in: "clear as mud, eh, Dougal? don't mind if we drop the ranks in here, there's nobody listening, just as chickens, three canny Scots – well, half the Ship's Company hail from north of the Border, so did those four chaps, didn't they? have a refill, and another ciggie," and Abernathy spoke next: "isn't the MacDougal Clan connected to the MacFarlane's – some kind of marriage settlement, way back – do you know?" at which MacDougal's face clouded: "aye, sir," at which he was chided by Abernathy: "Christian names, Dougal, Club Rules, I'm Archie and the Captain here is Bertie," and the NCO looked up: "they cry me Dougie, si' pardon, Airchie," and the Commander beamed at him: "good man, here, top him up, Bertie," and Buccleuch did: "have you ever suffered from audiation, Dougie? it's common among submariners, I believe," asked Archie, going on to explain: "you can hear a piece of music, maybe just a piano, or violin, maybe a whole orchestra, but there's no-one actually playing nearby, noy a gramophone record, or radio, it's all in your head," but MacDougal shook his, so Abernathy went on: "for instance, I cam hear someone singing, right now, in my head, clear as a bell, how about you, Dougie?" and again Dougie shook his head, "how about you Bertie. can you?" and the Captain nodded: "aye, Archie, but it's a bit distant for me and I can't make out the words," so Archie began to sing: "It's a sin to tell a lie." buy not in Fats Waller's jazz rhythm, instead his deep bass turned it into a mournful dirge and he could see the marked change in MacDougal's demeanour: "are you all right, Dougie? looking a bit pale, feel" asked Buccleuch, solicitously, "another dram? here's a ciggie, are you feeling ok?" and really marvelled at the correctness of the Commander's theory, for the alazony was all to clear in the guilt now etched on the Lance-Corporal's face!