Convoy to Atlantis
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Beneath the waves of the ocean lay a great menace to America—hundreds of Nazi submarines based in an incredible undersea city. Hitler's forces had discovered the lost, sunken land and were preparing to use it to strike across the Atlantic!
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Convoy to Atlantis - William P. McGivern
Table of Contents
CONVOY TO ATLANTIS, by William P. McGivern
COPYRIGHT INFORMATION
INTRODUCTION, by John Betancourt
WILLIAM P. McGIVERN
CHAPTER I
CHAPTER II
CHAPTER III
CHAPTER IV
CHAPTER V
CHAPTER VI
CHAPTER VII
CHAPTER VIII
CHAPTER IX
CHAPTER X
CONVOY TO ATLANTIS,
by William P. McGivern
COPYRIGHT INFORMATION
Introduction, author illustration, and edited text copyright © 2023 by Wildside Press LLC.
Originally published in Amazing Stories, November 1941.
Published by Wildside Press LLC.
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INTRODUCTION,
by John Betancourt
William P. McGivern (1918-1982) was an American novelist and television scriptwriter. He published more than 20 novels, mostly mysteries and crime thrillers, some under the pseudonym Bill Peters. A number of his novels were adapted for films, such as The Big Heat, Rogue Cop, and Odds Against Tomorrow. He also wrote more than 100 stories in the 1940s and 1950s, many of them science fiction.
He became interested in writing when he was a teenager. He quit high school and worked as a laborer in Chicago, where he read a lot of American magazines and started to write his own stories. He published his first story in a pulp magazine in 1940.
After serving in the army during World War II, he worked as a police reporter for the Philadelphia Bulletin, a major regional newspaper, where he learned about crime and corruption in the city. In 1946, he married Maureen Daly (1921-2006), a fellow journalist and author of note.
His time on the crime beat inspired him to write his first mystery novel, But Death Runs Faster, in 1948. With the magazines which had supported him in decline (readers were drifting more and more toward television), he began to focus increasingly on novels, though he still published short fiction, too. In 1954, he won an Edgar Award from the Mystery Writers of America for his novel The Big Heat, probably his most famous work. (He would later serve as president of the Mystery Writers of America in 1980, shortly before his death.)
In the 1950s, Hollywood noticed him and began optioning his novels. The Big Heat was adapted into a film noir in 1953, directed by Fritz Lang and starring Glenn Ford and Gloria Grahame. McGivern also began to adapt some of his fiction to movie and television scrips on his own, as well creating original scripts.
With Hollywood money beckoning, the McGiverns relocated to Los Angeles in the 1960s, where William McGivern expanded his career into the lucrative field of television. He wrote for such TV shows as Ben Casey, Adam-12, Kojak, and Brannigan. He would spend the rest of his life focused primarily on Hollywood.
WILLIAM P. McGIVERN
CHAPTER I
The Incident
THE INCIDENT WHICH THE entire world had been anticipating for months finally occurred at nine-fifteen on the evening of September twenty-second.
It was a warm night and the air was still. The long slow swells of the North Atlantic moved as silently and heavily as molten lead. Everything was calm and quiet and peaceful.
One minute before it happened—at nine-fourteen to be exact—Brick Harrington, United States seaman, first class, sauntered to the side of the American convoy ship, Vulcan, and rested his arms on the rail. Glancing down at the frothing waves formed by the swiftly cutting prow of the boat, he yawned sleepily.
He was a tall young man with heavily muscled shoulders and quiet, level gray eyes. A thick unruly thatch of red hair topped his six-foot frame, accounting for his nickname, Brick.
His features were clean cut, almost harsh in their angularity, but they were relieved by the humorous twist of his lips and the pleasant glint in his eyes. That glint, however, could on occasion freeze to the color of chilled steel on a frosty morning. Summed up, he was what he looked: an American seaman, tough and efficient and about as dangerous to hit as dynamite.
Still yawning, he turned from the rail, just as a wiry little man popped from a companion-way behind him and trotted over to him.
It’s time you turned in,
the little man snapped wrathfully. You glorified deck swabbers are all alike. Think you’re too tough to need an hour of sleep in twenty-four. You can’t do it, I say. You can’t do it. Now get down to your bunk before I forget my age and good sense and larrup you across the stern with an anchor chain!
Brick grinned good-naturedly. Pop Carter’s bark was infinitely worse than his bite. Although only a seaman, first class, he didn’t let that stop him from fussing over, and worrying about, every man on board the Vulcan. For twenty years Pop had pounded decks from one end of the world to another, and his red, monkey-like features had faced salty breezes and gales in all the seven oceans. A better indication of the man, than his nagging fretful mannerisms, were the two sparks of humor that sparked deep in his sea-blue eyes and occasionally prompted an unwilling smile to his leathery cheeks.
Brick liked the peppery little man a lot, but he could seldom resist the opportunity to wave a red flag before his quick and highly volatile temper. He wiped the grin from his face and looked gravely at the little man.
Okay, Pop,
he said with mock seriousness. I’ll get below. But I just had to take a last look to see for myself that there weren’t any subs nosing up alongside to steal our life preservers. Now that I know things are clear I’ll sleep a lot easier.
Dang it,
Pop snorted explosively, you’re goin’ to push me too far one of these times, Brick, and I’m goin’ to teach you some manners with a belayin’ pin. You know as well as me that there ain’t a sub within a hundred miles of here.
Sure,
Brick grinned. I know it. But up till now you’ve been swearing that we were practically sailing over their backs. I just wanted to hear you admit that things aren’t as bad as all that.
Oh did you?
the little seaman boiled. Well if you ain’t in your bunk inside ten seconds I’ll make you wish you’d never been born with that lop-sided sense of humor of yours.
You win,
Brick laughed. You’ve got me scared to bits, Pop. What time is it now?
I don’t know what difference it makes,
Pop grunted, fishing his watch from his pocket, but it’s exactly nine fifteen.
It happened then—the incident which Statesmen and Correspondents had been prophesying for weeks became a fact at that instant, as the ugly speeding snout of a six thousand pound torpedo smashed into the armored hull of the U.S. convoy boat, Vulcan!¹
It was determined later, by Navy officials, that the explosion of the ship’s magazine chambers occurred almost simultaneously with the impact of the torpedo!
Because of the blackness of the night the starboard lookout had not seen the deadly streak of churning white heading directly for the ship. The torpedo had scored a hit—a fatal hit—at exactly nine-fifteen.
Brick had been turning to the companionway when the projectile smashed into the armored side of the ship jarring it like the impact of a mighty fist. There was not time to think; no time to reason. A hoarse scream sounded for an instant over the sudden tumult that swept the ship, and then two explosions