Bentley was unable to fathom his Captain’s reasoning. Suddenly Scimitar’s guns spat fire, tracers of lead. It dawned on him what might happen. An ominous pause, and what had been an enormous white wall of gleaming ice was now crumbling. Chunks of splitting ice, tons thick, splayed the sea with a hissing roar. Someone shouted aghast. The core of the iceberg loomed towards them, slowly, like a cathedral in an earthquake. And fell. Had Sainsbury’s awesome stroke been really successful?