“But,” I asked, “are we at least back on the surface of the sea?”
“We have no idea,” Conseil replied.
“It’s easy to find out,” I answered.
I consulted the pressure gauge. Much to my surprise, it indicated a depth of 360 meters.
“What’s the meaning of this?” I exclaimed.
“We must confer with Captain Nemo,” Conseil said.
“But where do we find him?” Ned Land asked.
“Follow me,” I told my two companions.
We left the lounge. Nobody in the library. Nobody by the central companionway or the crew’s quarters. I assumed that Captain Nemo was stationed in the pilothouse. Best to wait. The three of us returned to the lounge.
I’ll skip over the Canadian’s complaints. He had good grounds for an outburst. I didn’t answer him back, letting him blow off all the steam he wanted.