Jensen ignored him, rapped again upon the table—“where are you now?”
The answer came immediately.
“a-t y-o-u-r s-i-d-e”
The three of them sprang back simultaneously, as from the presence of a ghost. Their eyes probed empty air.
Jensen spoke aloud, still in English.
“Can you see us—hear us?”
The raps of the invisible hand upon the table replied at once.
“y-e-s”
“Mein Gott!” muttered Horst. “I shall go mad!” Jensen continued his colloquy.
“Where is the Gloucester City?” He smiled to himself as though setting a trap for this unseen intelligence. “Is she still afloat?”