The glittering pageant of an Admiralty Court-martial unfolded, last week, upon His Majesty's aircraft carrier Eagle as she rode at anchor, huge, grim and ominous, in the harbor of Gibraltar.
From the shore came eight pinnaces, carrying eight captains, all in full dress uniform, who were piped aboard the Eagle with traditional honor. They were the Court. They sat down to give judgment, without removing their imposing cocked hats. With portentous gravity they took into custody the sword of the accused. . . .
And what was all this about? What high crime or mighty treason loomed? A man from Mars would have...
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