The commodore was blinking away, his light directed straight at Keeling; it must be a message for him. And it must be urgent, for it was almost too dark for Morse messages to be safe. The commodore was taking a chance transmitting in these conditions, and the commodore was not the sort of man to take chances. Someone came dashing down from the signal bridge with the pad. COMCONVOY TO COMESCORT. CADENA REPORTS VIKTOR HIT.
