"I can tell them what happened, if they will only listen. I was trying to warn them, before it happened, but I was unable to reach the bridge in time."
"You—you know what happened?" Craig choked.
"Certainly!" Michaelson said emphatically.
Craig stared at the little man. Michaelson did not look like he had much on the ball but he spoke excellent English, and even if he was a queer duck, he seemed to be intelligent. Craig remembered that Michaelson had been trying to reach the bridge just before the bombers struck, also that the man had been trying to get in touch with the captain just before the warning sounded that the bombers were approaching. Craig turned to the officers.
"Captain Higgins," he said.
"Don't bother me now, Craig," the captain snapped.
"There's a man here who wants to talk to you," Craig said.
"I have no time—" For the first time, the captain saw Michaelson. "Who the devil are you?" he snapped. "What are you doing on my bridge?"
"He's the man who wants to talk to you," Craig explained. "His name is Michaelson."
Michaelson smiled shyly. "You may have heard of me," he said.