1941, Saturday 22 November;
HMCS Prince Henry had arrived mid-morning, and had immediately been given a berth on the north wall of the Naval Dockyard. A very disgruntled looking Insect class river gunboat, HMS Scarab was anchored in the straits, having given up the berth, the servicing of her six-inch guns, interrupted. On board the ex-Canadian National Railway ocean liner come auxiliary cruiser was the 8th RCAF Airfield Construction Company, joining the 3rd RCAF and 1st New Zealand units, which had arrived late spring. Again, most of the heavy equipment they would use had already been shipped here, the rest was due to arrive before the end of the month.
Forty or so of the passengers were not construction men, ten were for the RCSC signals company, a few were RCAF radar technicians, four were volunteer officers for the Indian Army and the rest were ground and aircrew for the Canadian Article XV squadrons. A number of cars and trucks awaited these men, and once ashore, they were whisked away, their units pleased to see them. The Airfield Construction Company was marched down to a naval barracks and distracted with tea and cake, while they awaited their transport to a holding camp on Singapore Island. On Monday they would embark on a train taking them up to Taiping, where reunited with their equipment, they would begin work on developing or creating new airfields in Northern Malaya.
The first to alight off the ship however, was its captain, Capt Ronald Ian Agnew, RCN, looking totally bemused and concerned about the summons he had just received. Waiting on the dockside for him was a smartly dressed Sub-Lieutenant along with Admiral Layton’s own Humber staff car and driver. Quickly they were driven away, while the Prince Henry’s First Lieutenant took over the ship’s duties.
The naval offices were a hive of activity, but the Sub-Lieutenant expertly led Agnew through the seemingly chaotic building, down corridors, upstairs, through doors, until they found themselves outside Layton’s office. The Aide turned to Agnew and said, I’ll take my leave here sir, but I’ll take you back when the Admiral has finished with you, threw a smart salute, and turned back down the corridor, just as the Royal Marine sentry opened the door, and gestured Agnew in with his white gloved hand, closing the door behind him.
“Ah Captain Agnew, Ronald I believe, welcome, I trust your voyage went well”, Layton crossed the room, and shook his hand. “Do take a seat old boy, I generally take a coffee this time of the morning, care to join me, yes” He rang a small silver bell, and a smart steward appeared from a side door. “Two coffees please Malone” the steward nodded and disappeared again. “Well, I expect your wondering whats going on Ronald, you don’t mind me calling you Ronald do you, no, that’s OK then. And while in this room please do refer to me as Geoffrey.
Now let’s see, following representations to the Admiralty, for an idea I have, they have kindly agreed to transfer you and your ship to my command for an indeterminable time in the future. War with Japan may well happen before Christmas, and a number of contingency plans are being made, and thanks to an agreement with the Royal Canadian Navy, along with the ship blueprints and some small alterations to the ship, your now included in one of them.
As I understand it, your ship has a capability to carry 300 troops on a long voyage, and could carry 450 on a short one, you have a main armament of four 6-inch guns, two 3-inch guns for air defence, and can do 20 plus knots when asked, yes so?”. Agnew was about to answer when the side door opened, and so just nodded. Malone, a small middle-aged Irishman, his thinning hair slick with hair cream, in his crisp white jacket and trousers, brought in a tray with a coffee pot, two china cups in their saucers, a small jug of cold milk, a bowl of brown sugar, and a plate of shortcake biscuits, all in the same matching decorative china. “That will be all Malone” Layton picked up the coffee pot, “shall I be mum, milk, sugar?”
“No milk please, er, Geoffrey, one sugar, would be lovely”
“Ah you North Americans, I can’t get use to no milk in my coffee, indeed the milkier the better for me. Now, where was I, oh yes, well it seems we might have a little job for you and your ship, something a bit more interesting than criss-crossing the Pacific every ten weeks. Sorry, I didn’t ask, biscuit….”
When Agnew was dropped off dockside of his ship over three hours later, he found all his passengers had disembarked and left, but an elderly lieutenant from the Dockyard was up on his bridge with his First Lieutenant, and his ship was already missing one of its ship’s boats, with a number of dockyard hands swarming around the davits with some urgency. Clearly, despite the very pleasant hour with Layton, the brief twenty minutes with his Chief of Staff, and the next hour and a half with a Captain Atkinson, Deputy Superintendent of the Dockyard, the prioritised activity on his ship told him Layton was also a man of action. That fact had been driven home earlier, when a staff officer had told him there was a flight leaving for Penang first thing tomorrow, with a seat reserved for him, and an expectant Commodore Abbott waiting.