“Ma mère! Ma mère,—oh non, pas ça!”
The scream awoke a score of passengers. Out of the darkness voices cried excitedly:
“What’s happened?”
“Submarine?”
“Oh, my God!”
People began to rise and grope towards the cabins. I heard Brinsmade and Magnus struggling to their feet. Another moment, and a panic would have swept over us. I called out cheerily:
“Nothing wrong! Somebody’s got a bad dream; nothing else!”
Then I leaned over and caught the arm of the dreamer. She groaned, shivered, and sat up.
“A nightmare, Mademoiselle,” I said, loud enough to be heard down the deck. “All right now. Nothing wrong.”
She was sitting bolt upright, straining against the horror of the passing phantom.