"I have taken this Arethusa thing off the back burner. We have become lazy and complacent. More than once, our huffduff people observed Arethusa messages emanating from this general area." Comstock raises his index finger to a map of Luzon. Then he catches himself, realizing that this would be more dignified if he used a pointer. He bends down and grabs a long pointer. Then he realizes he is too close, and has to back up a couple of steps in order to get the business end of the pointer on the part of the map that his index finger was touching a moment earlier. Finally situated, he vigorously circles a coastal region south of Manila, along the strait that separates Luzon from Mindoro. "South of all these volcanoes, along the coast here. This is where that submarine has been skulking around. We haven’t gotten a good fix on the bastards yet, because all of our huffduff stations have been way up north here." The pointer swoops up for a lightning raid on the Cordillera Central, where Yamashita has gone to ground. "But not anymore." Down swoops the pointer, vengefully. "I have ordered several huffduff units to set up in this area, and at the northern end of Mindoro. Next time that submarine transmits an Arethusa message, we’ll have Catalinas overhead within fifteen minutes."