Ramage's Trial (The Lord Ramage Novels) (Volume 14)
Captain Lord Ramage and the Calypso return from Devil's Island, but Ramage's new wife Sarah is missing. The captain would like nothing better than to sail home immediately, but instead he is ordered to shepherd a lumbering convoy of merchant ships back to England. On the way, bizarre events lead him to a full court martial in Plymouth, presided over by his old nemesis, Rear-Admiral Goddard. Ramage must clear his name-or face a sentence of death!
court and let these twelve dunderheads talk about it all, and then, with their verdict returned, twist the sword round so that it pointed to the door, and have Ramage brought back in. At last he felt cheerful. Swinford, Royce, and Huggins had made a lot of trouble at that last session, after the court had been cleared. Fussing about what should be recorded in the minutes and what should not; they were like a trio of virgins pleading for their honour. But they had eventually submitted. A hint
Halfhyde. Acting as a virtual Agent 007 in the early years of the 20th century, Halfhyde’s forté is performing risky special missions for the Admirality. In action set against a background of rapidly shifting alliances, Lieutenant Halfhyde triumphs as Her Majesty’s Royal Navy challenges Russia, Japan, and Germany for control of the seas. “Halfhyde is a fine hero, insubordinate and ingenious.” —The New York Times “Riveting and authoritative, with flashes of dry humor and bawdiness to
merchant ships whose masters were old friends. Whatever the circumstances, such invitations broke up the monotony of the voyage, both for the officers invited and the men who had to row them over; the hospitality usually included the men, and it was a wise coxswain who kept an eye on the drinking in the fo’c’s’le. “Well, Mr Martin, let’s pass within hail of the Emerald and see what she has to say.” “Aye aye, sir.” “And Mr Martin, let’s do it in the fewest tacks and gybes possible, from this
the Jason could drop down on to the Calypso, while the British ship would have to get up to windward to close the range. The weather gauge … to many admirals they were the only three words that mattered, although they were as confining as a canvas straitjacket. Yet those three words explained, Ramage reflected sourly, why several famous admirals had won peerages for what were tactical disasters, complete failures, which the politicians (ignorant of tactics) had, by the judicious distribution of
yourself to the questions you are asked and to the substance of the charges against the prisoner.” “I am on oath, sir …” Wagstaffe waited until he was sure that Jenkins had written that down and then continued: “and I shall not perjure myself, either by wrong statements or by omissions, sir.” “Nobody is suggesting you perjure yourself,” Goddard said huffily, startled by Wagstaffe’s statement and realizing the significance of his use of the word “omissions.” “Just confine yourself to the