One evening last week an operator at the Miami station of Tropical Radio swung his receiver to the 36-metre band. It was 10:38 p.m., and the static was as noisy as an applauding audience. But faintly the operator heard: SSS . . . SSS . . .—the code for submarine attack.
He tuned as carefully as he could. Next he caught the ship's call signal: GFSB. This was the Empress of Australia, a pretty big prize. The uncertain staccato chatter continued: Torpedoed. . . . Now down by bow. All lifeboats over to port. . . . Deck awash....
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