And my uncle Stewart Eden charged with setting them off, by this strange priest who called himself Father Tide! It was too much for me to grasp. I was no longer worried; I was angry. He left me there in the Commandant’s office, almost without another word. I stopped him as he was going out, asked for my uncle’s belongings. He hesitated, glanced at the Commandant, then shook his head. “I’m sorry, Jim. Later they will doubtless be yours. But they are evidence. If it is necessary for the officers of the Sub-Sea Fleet to take over the private investigation I have begun, they will doubtless wish to examine them.” And he would say no more. I suppose the Commandant dismissed me, but I don’t remember it. The next thing I remember was standing in a payphone booth, trying to reach my uncle in Thetis Dome. It took forever for the long relay lines to clear…and then, no answer.
